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Updated: May 14, 2025
Breakfast that morning was rather a hurried affair, for there was much to be done. The supplies had been brought up from the store the night before so there was no need to wait for the place to open, and Anvik proved to be quite handy in striking camp, needing few instructions. He remembered well all that had been told him the previous day. They got away early.
"That's it, you see. When I try to do anything you won't let me." "Perhaps Anvik will show you how to skin and cut up the antelope." "I don't want to know how to skin an antelope. We don't have that kind at home, so what's the use knowing about it? I know how to 'skin the cat, and that's enough," Chunky declared.
Anvik stood against a rock, his blanket drawn about him, the muzzle of a rifle protruding from the lower end of it. Four men appeared in the open, each holding a rifle. The rifles were aimed at the members of the Pony Rider outfit. "It's Darwood!" gasped the Professor. It was Darwood, accompanied by Sam Dawson, Dill Bruce and Curley Tinker.
He glanced at Anvik, who was sitting with his back to the party, gazing off over the mountains to the rear of them and through which they had worked their way to the present camping place. Tad casually reached over for his rifle that was standing against a rock. "What's up?" demanded Ned sharply. "I want to examine my gun," replied the boy.
A column of white smoke had attracted his attention. Promptly on the expiration of the hour that the boys had given themselves to sleep, Anvik stepped briskly to them, shaking each one by the shoulder. "Mush!" he grunted with each shake. "I wish you wouldn't say that," grumbled Stacy. "It makes me think I'm going to have breakfast." "Heap big mush.
Breakfast was ready by the time he reached there. Tad did not mention his experience, not having decided what he would do in this matter. "You find big smoke?" questioned the Indian as Tad stood over him by the fire. "Yes," answered the lad carelessly. Anvik shrewdly deduced that Butler had made some sort of discovery, but he asked no further questions.
When it came to repacking, he considered in detail the items that made up the intolerable weight, and fell to wondering which of them they could do without. The second day out from Anvik they had decided that it was absurd, after all, to lug about so much tinware. They left a little saucepan and the extra kettle at that camp.
The camp was made about six o'clock, still with broad daylight, but the boys considered that they had done enough for one day. The ponies were weary and Tad knew better than to press them too hard. After supper the freckle-faced boy shouldered his rifle. Anvik gave him a glance of inquiry. "Where are you going?" demanded the Professor.
There was another right near where we camped last night. In that case the ashes were cold. The travelers haven't made as much progress to-day as I should have thought they would, and it looks to me as though they thought they were moving rather too rapidly and had slowed down a little. What do you say, Anvik?" "Huh!" grunted the Indian, which Tad interpreted as meaning that he was right.
Then he spoke without looking up. "Him mountain fall down." "Is it an ice slide?" shouted Tad. "Ugh!" "An avalanche, do you mean?" "Yes; an ice-avalanche," explained the Professor. "I have seen them in other parts of the world." "Sun make him ice weak; ice fall down," explained Anvik. "How about danger for us?" asked Walter.
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