But they were never to know that, and it mattered little. They had secured fresh meat, which was needed, and that was the chief consideration.

"He's good and fat," said David, prodding the carca.s.s with his toe.

"He's like t' have four fingers o' fat on _his_ back."

"And we'll have deer's meat for Christmas!" exclaimed Andy.

"We'd better skin him right away, before he freezes," said Indian Jake, drawing his sheath knife.

With David's a.s.sistance Indian Jake deftly and quickly removed the skin, while Andy hurried to the tilt to fetch an ax and a toboggan.

Then they dressed the carca.s.s, cut the meat into convenient pieces, and in less than half an hour were returning to the tilt with an abundant supply of fresh meat, and very well satisfied with the result of their morning's work.

The meat of the bear which Andy had killed at the time of their arrival had long since been consumed. Of late they had relied upon rabbits and partridges, and, save for a limited stock of pork, were without fat, which is a necessity in the severe climate of the North.

As David had said, the caribou was fat, and in splendid condition, and yielded them an abundant store for several weeks.

They were as hungry as wolves when they drew the toboggan load of meat before the tilt door. David kindled a fire at once, while Andy put over the kettle and Indian Jake cut some luscious steaks to fry, and their dinner became a feast.

"Now," said Andy, "we'll have meat and fish both for Christmas, but I'll be missin' th' plum duff. I wish we'd brought some currants and then we could have the duff, and as fine a Christmas dinner as ever we has at home."

"You're wishin' for a lot, seems to me," remarked Indian Jake.

In the afternoon a platform was erected outside, upon which to store the meat and fish. Here the reserve supply would remain frozen until required, and at the same time be safe from the attack of animals. And when they set out upon the trails on Monday morning both Indian Jake and the boys placed liberal pieces of venison upon their toboggans, with which to stock their other tilts.

The following Friday evening David and Andy reached the Narrows tilt in advance of Indian Jake. They had hurried, for this was Christmas eve, and they wished a long evening to talk of those at home. It was to be the first Christmas they had ever spent from home, and all day a picture of the snug, warm cabin at The Jug had been before them as they trudged through the silent, snow-clad wilderness.

It was cold. Their adikys were thickly coated with h.o.a.r frost. The fur of the hoods, encircling their faces, was heavy with ice, acc.u.mulated moisture from the breath.

Twilight was deepening, and the snow-covered tilt within was dark.

David lighted a candle, and the boys picked the ice from their eyelashes--always a painful operation. A handful of birch bark and some split wood had been left ready prepared, and David thrust them into the stove and applied a match. A moment later the fire was roaring cheerfully.

Then they unpacked their toboggan, stowed the things in the tilt, and Andy took his ax and the kettle to their water hole while David with his ax went out to the elevated platform and secured a generous portion of the frozen namaycush. And when presently Andy returned with the kettle of water and David with the fish, the tilt was as warm and comfortable as any one could wish.

"Now," said David as they removed their adikys, and after shaking the frost from them hung them upon pegs, "we'll have a fine rest till Monday. We can sleep till daybreak if we wants. There'll be no workin'

on Christmas, _what_ever."

"And we'll have a fine dinner tomorrow," Andy appended enthusiastically, "and have all day t' talk and do as we please."

"That we will," said David.

"I wish, now, we had some currants t' make th' plum duff like Margaret always makes on Christmas," said Andy wistfully. "We'll have a good dinner, but 'twill be no different from what we has every day."

"We've only been havin' th' deer's meat this week, and we never tires of un, and we've got plenty t' eat, _what_ever," said David.

"That we has, and 'tis wonderful good!" agreed Andy. "We has a fine snug place t' rest in, and as fine grub as any one could want, and enough t' be thankful for. I were just wishin' for plum duff so's t'

have somethin' different on Christmas. But we're hunters now, and we can't expect all the fine things we has at home."

"Plum duff!" the exclamation came from Indian Jake, who had come so silently that the boys had not heard him until at that moment he opened the door. "Plum duff in a huntin' camp! Ain't you forgot about plum duff yet? You'll be wantin' sweets next!"

"I was just _wishin'_," explained Andy.

"They's no use wishin' for things can't be had," said Indian Jake, pushing back the hood of his adiky and warming his fingers for a moment before going out of doors to unpack his toboggan.

Indian Jake was, to all appearances, in no very good humor. The boys fell silent, while David proceeded to fry a pan of fish. Presently the half-breed returned with his belongings, and stowing them under his bunk he remarked:

"Don't meddle with un, now."

After he had hung up his adiky he lighted his pipe and smoked silently, speaking never a word, and seemingly forgetful of the boys'

presence, until David announced:

"Grub's ready, Jake."

This was an appealing announcement. The half-breed knocked the ashes from his pipe, helped himself liberally, and at once became more sociable.

"What fur this week?" he asked expectantly, as he ate.

"One marten and one red," announced David. "How'd you make out, Jake?"

"Not so bad," said Indian Jake. "Did you fetch th' marten and red down?"

"Yes, you can see un after supper if you likes," offered David.

"This is fine fish," remarked Indian Jake, after a little. "'Twas a fine catch, Andy."

"Aye, 'twere that!" admitted Andy. "But I never could have got he without you and David helpin'."

Indian Jake was silent again, and scarcely spoke another word during the whole evening. He examined the marten and fox skins, when David produced them, with an eye of critical apprais.e.m.e.nt and evident appreciation, but offered no comments. Once or twice, as the boys chatted of home and made an effort to draw him into the conversation, he merely grunted the briefest reply. Indeed it seemed to be his wish to be left to his pipe and his thoughts, undisturbed, and they said no more to him nor he to them.

XVII

INDIAN JAKE'S SURPRISE

David and Andy had agreed to sleep later on Christmas morning. This was to be a day of rest and recreation. Sleeping late meant, to them, until break of day. But Indian Jake arose at the usual early hour, and his movements aroused the boys, and through force of habit they sat up in their bunk.

"No need of you fellers gettin' up yet unless you want to," said Indian Jake cheerfully. "I had some things I wanted t' do, so I got up t' get un done before breakfast. I'll call you when breakfast is ready. This is Christmas, you know."

"Thank you, Jake," yawned David, snuggling back into his sleeping bag.

"I'm thinkin' I'll take another snooze, then. Merry Christmas!"

"Merry Christmas to both of you!" broke in Andy, who, following David's example, settled down again into his bag. "I'm thinkin' I'll snooze some more, too."

"The same to you, lads! I'll call you when I'm through fussin'

around." The half-breed spoke with unusual heartiness and good nature.

It was evident that his mood of silence and sullen indifference of the previous evening had pa.s.sed, and that he was in an excellent frame of mind.

Indian Jake proceeded at once to put flour into the mixing pan, and to knead a quant.i.ty of dough. Then, a.s.suring himself by their heavy breathing that the boys were soundly sleeping, he cautiously drew from beneath his bunk a two-quart covered pail that served him, when on the trail, as a cooking kettle. Lifting the cover, he examined the contents.