"
"An' ez fur me," said Long Jim Hart, "I wuz thinkin' I could run
a sort uv flue from the back part uv that alcove out through the
front an' let the smoke pass out. I could cook all right. It
wouldn't be ez good a place fur cookin' ez the one we hed that
time we spent the winter on the island in the lake, but 'twould
serve."
"It's strange," said Henry, " but I've been thinking of all the
things that all four of you have been thinking about, and, since
we are agreed, we are bound to go straight to 'The Alcove' and
pass the winter there."
Without another word he led the way, and the others followed. It
was apparent to everyone that they must soon find a winter base,
because the cold had increased greatly in the last few days. The
last leaves had fallen from the trees, and a searching wind
howled among the bare branches. Better shelter than blankets
would soon be needed.
On their way they passed Oghwaga, a mass of blackened ruins,
among which wolves howled, the same spectacle that Wyoming now
afforded, although Oghwaga had not been stained by blood.
It was a long journey to "The Alcove," but they did not hurry,
seeing no need of it, although they were warned of the wisdom of
their decision by the fact that the cold was increasing.
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