face was a study. How he would 

 have liked to tell them what he 

 thought about it, but it seemed 

 wiser not. George had come up 

 during Nate's tirade. 



"Are you in this conspiracy too?" 

 Bobbie asked of him, in true et-tu- 

 Brute style. George shrugged his 

 shoulders shamefacedly. 



"We cannot possibly stay in this 

 trail and there is not room to put 

 up a tent," said Bobbie severely 

 as though it was entirely George's 

 fault, and perhaps it was. "It is 

 snowing and the ladies must have 

 some shelter; and I insist that they 

 get it." 



" We stay right here, or Nate Creche 

 does any way, and helps himself to 

 grub too I don't care who says 

 what " 



" Shut up you empty-headed " 



but I will spare you Bobbie's re- 

 marks so long pent up. He stopped 

 shortly. 



, Swearing at them was no way 

 to treat men whose self-restraint 

 was worn thin by fatigue and re- 

 bellion; besides Bobbie was genuine- 

 ly sorry for them and for himself 



