ver to make the
sign."

"Come back here as soon as you've done it," directed Doctor Joe.
"We'll need your help in carrying the meat to camp."

"Aye, sir, we'll be comin' right back," agreed Andy as he and Seth
hurried away.

Close to the brook, in a place where it could not fail to be seen, the
lads set a pole at an angle of forty-five degrees, pointing in the
direction in which the caribou had been killed. Against the pole and
about a third of the distance from its lower end an upright stick was
placed. This was an Indian sign familiar to all the hunters and
wilderness folk, indicating that the party had gone in the direction
in which the pole sloped, the upright stick a little way from the butt
further indicating that the distance was not far.

"Jamie'll know what that means, and if he wearies of bidin' alone in
camp and comes to find us he'll not be missin' us now whatever," said
Andy with satisfaction, as he and Seth turned back.

"I'm goin' to blaze the trail over, and he won't be like to miss un,
then," suggested Seth, taking the axe.

When Andy and Seth rejoined the others Doctor Joe and David had nearly
finished skinning the caribou, and in due time they had it ready to
cut up. The head was severed with as little of the neck meat as
possible that there might be no unnecessary waste, for they could not
carry the head with them. Then the tongue was removed, for this was
considered a titbit.

The question of how to carry the meat to camp was finally settled by
making two litters with poles. The carcass was now cut into two nearly
equal parts, one of which was placed on each litter. Doctor Joe took
the forward end of one of the litters, and David the forward end of
the other. With two boys carrying the rear end of each litter, and the
other lads the skin, heart, liver and tongue, and the two rifles and
the axe, they at length set out for camp.

Night was falling and the first flakes of the coming snow-storm were
felt upon their faces when finally the little white tents came in
view.

"There's no light," remarked David, who was in advance. "Jamie's
savin' candles. I'm hopin' now he has the kettle boilin'."

"He'll have un boilin'," assured Andy, who was one of the two boys at
the rear of David's litter. "He'll be proud to have un boilin' and
supper started."

"There's no smoke!" exclaimed David apprehensively as they came
closer. "Jamie, b'y!" he shouted. "Where is you? Come out and see what
we're get