They're the only ones in these mountains, an' we won't make any mistake.

See that bunch of spruce over there ?" The old hunter pointed to a clump fifty yards beyond the tepee toward the little lake.

Aldous nodded.
"I'll take my blankets over there," continued MacDonald.

"You roll yourself up here, and the tepee'll be between us.

You see the system, Johnny?
If they make us a visit during the night we've got 'em between us, and there'll be some real burying to do in the morning!" Back under the low-hanging boughs of the dwarf spruce Aldous spread out his blanket a few minutes later.