Then came the work of raising Jack. This was no easy task, for the poor fellow was almost too exhausted to even catch hold of the rope. “We’ll make a loop, and he can slip it under his arms,” suggested his younger brother, and this was done, and presently Jack stood beside the others, supported by Boxy and Pickles. “Take me to some place where I can get warm!” he gasped. “We’ll run you back to the place where the sled is and cover you up with blankets,” replied Boxy. “Come on, it’s the best thing for you.” And off he and Pickles started, with the half-frozen boy between them. Harry and Andy ran ahead and worked like lightning to gather dry brush and start a fire in the shelter of several trees. It was not long before they had a big blaze, and Jack was seated on the sled in front of this with several blankets thrown over his back. “I’ll be all right in a little while now,” he said. “So you fellows had better turn your attention to locating a camp for to-night.” “Harry has found a place,” said Boxy. “It’s just the thing, between a couple of big rocks.” While Andy remained behind to keep up the fire and prepare supper, Harry, Boxy and the colored youth went off to prepare the camp. “We’ll take all the snow out first,” said Harry. “Then we’ll make a wall in front, with only a narrow opening to get in, and shut up the back as tightly as we can.” The three boys went to work with a will, and inside of half an hour the temporary camp was ready for occupancy. The sled was drawn inside, and the rubber blankets spread around, and then the fire was transferred to a spot directly in front of the opening. “That will keep us warm, and also keep wild animals from bothering us,” said Harry. “Yes; we want no wolf or bear to wake us up by biting off an ear or a foot,” laughed Boxy. “Gee, shoo, no!” put in Pickles. “Dat would make dis yere coon turn white, ’deed it would!” Just before they had reached the lake, Boxy, anxious to prove that he wasn’t such a poor shot that he couldn’t shoot anything, had gone off in search of a partridge, and succeeded in bringing down one of fair size. This Andy had prepared as nicely as possible, and, with bread and tea, made a most appetizing supper for the hungry boys. “This is the last of the fresh bread,” remarked Andy, as he dealt it out. “After this we’ll have crackers instead.” “Just as good,” returned Boxy, but before the tour was over he was compelled to change his mind. The supper over, the boys found it growing late. They gathered some wood and heaped it upon the fire in such a way that it might burn the greater part of the night, and then sought to retire. “We want to be up early in the morning,” remarked Jack, who now felt quite recovered. “It looks a little like snow, and we want to strike a permanent camp before it lets down too heavily.” “Well, I’m ready to go to sleep,” returned Boxy. “And I won’t even ask Pickles to sing a lullaby for me.”