Presently David and Doctor Joe set forth in the frosty starlit
morning. They turned their steps toward the marsh, and were near its
eastern border when David stopped and sniffed the air.

"I smell smoke!" he exclaimed eagerly.

"Are you sure?" asked Doctor Joe, also sniffing. "I don't smell it."

"There's a smell o' smoke!" insisted David. "The wind's from the
west'ard, and the smoke comes from over the mesh. There's a fire
somewheres over there."

"Your nose is keener than mine," said Doctor Joe hopefully. "Go
ahead, Davy. We'll see if you really smell smoke."

David led the way out upon the marsh, and they had gone but a short
distance when Doctor Joe was quite sure that he, also, smelled smoke.
David hurried on with Doctor Joe at his heels.

"There's somebody movin'!" exclaimed David presently. "See un? See un?
'Tis sure Jamie!"

Then he ran and Doctor Joe ran, and thus they came upon the frightened
Jamie, standing uncertainly before his lean-to.

CHAPTER XX

"WOLVES!" YELLED ANDY

"Jamie! Jamie! We've been lookin' and lookin' for you!" shouted David,
quite overcome with excitement and relief.

"I'm so glad 'tis you!" exclaimed Jamie, tears springing to his eyes
as he recognized Doctor Joe and David. "I was scared!"

"Safe and sound as ever you could be, and all of us thinking you were
lost under a snow-drift!" Doctor Joe in vast good humour slapped Jamie
on the shoulder. "You gritty little rascal! I'll never worry about you
again! Here you are as able to take care of yourself as any man on The
Labrador! Come on now back to camp and we'll hear all about your
adventures when you've eaten. Are you hungry?"

"Wonderful hungry!" admitted Jamie.

"Aye, we'll be makin' haste, for Andy and the lads are sore worried,"
said David.

In single file, Doctor Joe and David tramping the trail for Jamie,
they set out for camp. An hour later they crossed the brook, and with
the first glimpse of the tents heard a shout of joy, as Andy and the
other lads discovered them and came running to meet them.

While Jamie satisfied an accumulated appetite he answered no end of
questions. Every one was vastly excited as he related the story of his
experience.

"'Tweren't Lem Horn's silver they has after all," Jamie declared.
"There were nothin' in the cache but the bottles they drinks from, and
they were thinkin' a wonderful lot o' them bottles."

David, in high indignation, was for setting out at once in searc