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The Bungalow Boys North of Fifty-Three

Chapter 8 THE GHOSTLY CRY.

Word Count: 1206    |    Released on: 06/12/2017

of screen to conceal his advance, and, slipping behind it, gained a place where, through a chink in the logs, he could gaze into

h the snow. It was easy for him to guess that the man they were pursuing had camped for a short time in the hut, cooked himself a meal and left the fire in the stove bur

ted traveler may make himself at home whenever he happens to come across a shelter. Tom gave a loud "Hullo!" and

ed up for us, even the fire lighted in rea

s the owner s

r, our friend of the black fox skin stopped here, rested his bones, f

a chance that h

rvous, and the thought that the fellow who had robbed t

he would. Then we could end

sked Jack, by way of

t sort of a place it is and who lives in it. I guess it

the room or hanging on nails. A rough table, chairs formed out of boxes, the stove, whose smoke had first caught their attent

ch as beaver, marten and weasel were scattered on the floor. Closer inspection showed that the barrel contained some more of

ox has been on a raiding expedition here, t

elf," agreed Jack, unstrapping his

the door was shut and secured by a big wooden bar which was adjusted from within, they set about getting supper. In the yellow lamplight, wi

is getting along?" said Jac

be lonesome and all that, but he's quite safe unless so

place," responded Jack, "and it is hardly likel

I think,"

to make everything snug for the night. From time to time they could hear the dis

s making ourselves so very much at home?" said J

this wilderness, and as for making ourselves at home that is the right of every

ty includes helping yourself to skins

ows like that don't have a bed of roses when they are

any punishments fitting for the

training my imaginat

good roaring fire to keep the hut warm through the night, and turned into the bunk. For some little time the

sharp cry of some small animal pounced upon by a great snow owl or a weasel. But both lads were well used to these sounds of

but the cause of their sudden arousing was a startling one. Borne to the

hoo-ha-hoo-w

ly as the sound can b

scalp tighten as he listened. The lamp had been left alight, although it was turned low,

is it?" gasp

ally at a loss and almost as badly disturb

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