They were well
pleased. Indeed, they could scarcely have done better had Abel Zachariah
been with them.
"Tomorrow will be Friday, and we had better haul our seals to Itigailit
Island to the cache," Skipper Ed suggested that evening as they sat snug
in the _igloo_, eating their supper. "We have all we can care for."
"I hate to leave with all these seals about, but I suppose we'll have to
go some time," said Bobby regretfully.
"Yes, and I'm wondering what I'll find in my traps when we get home,"
said Jimmy.
"You may have a silver fox, Partner," laughed Skipper Ed.
"I've been looking for one every round I've made this winter," Jimmy
grinned.
"That's the way with every hunter," said Skipper Ed. "He's always
looking for a silver, and it makes him the keener for the work, and
drives away monotony. He's always expecting a silver, though year in and
year out he gets nothing but reds and whites, with now and again a
cross, to make him think that his silver is prowling around somewhere
close by."
"I'd feel rich if I ever caught a silver!" broke in Bobby. "And wouldn't
I get some things for Father and Mother, though! A new rifle and shotgun
and traps, and--loads of things!"
"So you're looking for a silver, too," said Skipper Ed, all of them
laughing heartily. "That's the way it goes--everyone is looking for a
silver fox, and that keeps everyone always hopeful and gives vim for
labor. When they don't have silvers or don't hunt and trap, they're
looking for something else that takes the place of a silver--some great
success.
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