“Then we’ll try to get to that place,” said Sully. “We can take the cars from there to Bagsville, where we can try to get our traps back, and then go from Bagsville to Rudskill. I don’t want any more tramping through the woods--at least not during the winter.” During the remainder of that day all hands took it easy. The sun shone brightly, and on every side the snow went down as if by magic. Early next morning all hands were stirring around the fire. Spencer felt once more like himself, and the unfortunate trio determined to set out for Andrewsville without delay. A good breakfast was had, and then Sully, Dixon and Spencer bid the members of the Zero Club good-by. It was a trying moment when the bully and his companions offered to shake hands all around. “I--I hope you fellows have the best kind of a time,” he said, in a low voice. “As for ourselves, we--we didn’t deserve it, and that’s all there is to it,” and off he strode; and a moment later the trio were gone out of sight, beyond the bend that led down the lake. A long breath of relief went around. Everybody wanted to say something about the departed ones, but, somehow, the right words wouldn’t just come, and all were silent. The sun was shining as it had the day previous, but it was colder. Jack and Andy had tried the snow about the camp, and found it everywhere covered with a heavy crust. “Good! Now, if we can fit our boots with some sort of flat strips of wood, we can walk on most of the snow without much difficulty,” said Jack. “I’ve got an idea,” said Harry, slowly. “I move we strike camp and spend the balance of our outing in some other locality.” “I would just as lief!” cried Boxy. “This is a tour, you know. Let us go up the lake a few miles.” The matter was talked over, and it was decided as Boxy wished. Harry left his wildcat pelt behind. Long before noon they were on the way, leaving the hut and the stone oven standing, as well as the snowhouse. “Now for several days of fresh adventures, and then for home!” cried Harry. “Boys, I do not think we can complain of lack of lively times since we have been away.” “No,” returned Jack. “Sometimes the times have been a bit too lively. However, we are all safe and well, so we have no cause to complain.” On and on over the frozen lake they went until fully four miles had been covered. They then came to a large cove, beyond which was a most attractive opening among a cluster of giant oaks and walnuts. “How will that do?” asked Andy, and they decided on the spot that it would answer very well. A sheltered nook between three great trees was soon selected for a temporary camp, and Pickles at once set to work to build a fire and put the pot on to boil. “Kase it always smells moah like home when de meat’s cookin’,” he said, with a full show of his ivories. Before starting to build a hut or find a shelter under the rocks back of the cluster of trees, the members of the Zero Club decided to make a short trip around the place.