We had a fine time there in camp that night and the next morning went to look at Willis's traps.
That afternoon, after we had got back to camp and cooked our dinner, Willis said to me, "Now, if you will promise not to tell, I'll show you something that will make you laugh." I promised readily enough, without thinking much about the matter.
"Come on, then," said he; and we put on our snowshoes again and prepared to start.

But, though I questioned him with growing curiosity, he would not tell me what we were to see.

"Oh, you'll find out soon enough," he said.
Willis led off, and I followed.

I should think we went as much as five miles through the black growth to the north of Willis's camp and came finally to a frozen brook, which we followed for a mile round to the northeast.
"I was prospecting up this way a week ago," Willis said.

"I had an idea of setting traps on this brook.