y don't know
what we are going to do now it's dark," answered Jack, seriously.

On the return to the little pond Fred had stumbled over some tree
roots, and this had lamed him a little.

"I can't walk very much further," he said, with a sigh. And then he
added quickly: "Jack, have you any matches?"

"Oh, yes! I put a box in my pocket before we started."

"Good! Then if we have to stay here we can build a fire and maybe cook
something."

The boys tried the water of the pond, and finding it fairly good drank
their fill. Then they sat down to discuss the situation. Both were
hungry, and in the end they gathered some dry sticks, started a fire,
and cooked one of the rabbits and also a squirrel, which they ate with
much satisfaction.

"We'll freeze to death if we stay here all night," was Fred's dismal
comment.

"Oh, no--not if we keep the fire going."

"Then let's do that by all means. It will not only keep us warm, but it
may be the means of directing somebody to this place."

It was a long night for both of the boys. They took turns at resting
and at replenishing the fire, and it is doubtful if either of them got
much real sleep. Once, in the early morning, came an alarm, and Fred
imagined a bear was in the bushes. But the animal, or whatever it was,
soon went away, and that was the end of the disturbance.

"Thank goodness! it has stopped snowing!" remarked Jack, when the
cousins were preparing a breakfast of another squirrel.

The snow had not amounted to much, being less than an inch in depth.
The storm had cleared away entirely, and at the proper time the sun
came up over the hills beyond Clearwater Lake.

Long before that time the two young hunters were once more on their
way. They had tramped along for fully half an hour when suddenly Jack
let up a shout of joy.

"Hurrah! we've struck a road at last! Now we'll find out where we are!"

The road was little more than a trail through the woods, evidently made
by the wagon or sled of some woodcutter. It ran down a slight hill, and
the two boys lost no time in following it.

"I hope it brings us into Haven Point," remarked Fred, as they strode
along. "I'm getting tired of walking and of carrying the shotgun. I'd
rather have a ride."

"Let us be thankful to get out of the woods, Fred. We might have gotten
so mixed up that we'd have had to spend another night there."

The two lads continued to follow the woods road, and presently came
into sight of seve