Part 38 (1/2)

This idea seemed to amuse Rowdy a good deal. He laughed aloud--and the laugh did not sound just like a boy's laugh, either. Tess stared at him wonderingly.

”If Rafe's going to be so mean,” he said, ”he ought to be put out. Go ahead and peel the potatoes and onions, Rafe.”

”Sha'n't. That's girl's work,” growled Rafe.

”Oh! If you've got a knife I'll peel them,” said Tess. ”I don't mind.”

”All right,” Rowdy said. ”Give her the knife, Rafe. Put over the pot with some snow in it. The little girl can feed that till there is a lot of water ready. We'll want some for tea.”

”Don't want tea,” growled Rafe. ”I want coffee.”

”Oh, stop that, Rafe, or I'll slap you good!” promised Rowdy, his vexation finally boiling over. ”I never saw such a boy. Come on here, Sammy. Hold this rabbit by the hind legs and I'll skin it in a jiffy.”

With the help of a knife to start the rabbit's hide, Rowdy ”plucked”

the bunny very handily. It was drawn and cleaned, too, and soon Rowdy was disjointing it as one would a chicken, using a flat stone for a butcher block.

”It--it looks so much like a kitten,” murmured Tess. ”Do you suppose it is really good to eat?”

”You wait till you taste it,” chuckled Rowdy, who seemed to be a very practical boy indeed. ”I'm going to make dumplings with it, too. I have flour and lard. We'll have a fine supper by and by. Then Rafe will feel better.”

Rafe merely coughed and grunted. He seemed determined not to be friendly, or even pleasant.

Tess was an experienced potato peeler. She often helped Linda or Mrs.

MacCall at home in Milton. In the matter of the onions she was quite as successful, although she confessed that they made her cry.

”I don't see why onions act so,” Dot said, wiping her own eyes. ”There ought to be some way of smothering 'em while you take their jackets off. Oh, Tess, that one squirted right into my face!”

”You'll have to take your face away from me, then,” said her sister.

”I can't tell where the onion's going to squirt next. They are worse than those clams we got down at Pleasant Cove, about squirting.”

”Goodness' sake!” exclaimed Rowdy. ”Clams and onions! Never heard them compared before. Did you, Rafe?”

”Don't bother me,” growled Rafe, from the bed where he had lain down.

Rowdy kept right on with his cooking. There being plenty of snow melted, he put down the disjointed rabbit with a little water and pepper and salt to simmer. Later he put in the onions and the potatoes. But they all had to simmer slowly for some time before the dumplings were made and put into the covered pot with the rabbit stew.

The children were all very hungry indeed (all save Rafe, the grouch) before Rowdy p.r.o.nounced the stew ready to be eaten. By that time it was late in the evening. It seemed to the younger children as though they had been living in the cave already for a long, long time!

CHAPTER XXIII

ANXIETY

In this valley into which Sammy and the two youngest Corner House girls had coasted without realizing their unfortunate change of direction, the blizzard that had swept down from the north-east upon the wilderness about Red Deer Lodge did not reveal to the castaways its greatest velocity.

The wind was mild in the valley compared to the way it swept across the ridge on which the Birdsalls' home had been built. Already, when Neale O'Neil discovered the absence of the small sled Sammy and Tess and Dot had taken, the storm was becoming threatening in the extreme.

Urged by Mr. Howbridge, Neale ran into the house to make sure that Sammy and the little girls were really gone. n.o.body indoors knew anything about the trio. Instantly anxiety was aroused in the minds of every one.

Hedden, John and Lawrence, as well as Luke Shepard, soon joined in the search. Ike M'Graw of course took the lead. He knew the locality, and he knew the nature of the storm that had now developed after forty-eight hours of threatening.