For supper they cooked another of the wild turkeys, but it must be
confessed that Dick had little appetite for eating. John Barrow noticed
it, and he did his best to cheer up the youth.
"Don't worry too much, lad," he said. "Take my word on it, they'll turn
up by morning, sure. You've said yourself they've been through putty
tryin' times, in Africa out West."
On the way to the river John Barrow had brought down several rabbits and
some birds, and these were hung up on the low branches of a nearby tree.
They proceeded to make themselves comfortable under this tree, cutting
down some cedar branches for a flooring, and banking up some other
branches and some snow to keep off the wind.
"I don't think I'll go to sleep," said Dick. "I'm going to keep the fire
piled high, so that it will light up as it's doing now."
"Then I'll turn in right away," answered the guide. "It's eight
o'clock. You call me at two, and that will be givin' you a fair nap
afore daybreak." And so it was agreed.
It did not take John Barrow long to settle himself, and soon he was
snoring as peacefully as though lying in his bed at home.
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