“I am, Dagaeoga.  I am thinking of them all the time.  I confess to you that I am so hungry I could gnaw the inside of the fresh bark upon a tree, and if I were turned loose upon a deer, slain and cooked, I could eat him all from the tip of his nose to the tip of his tail.”

“Stop, you boys,” said Willet sternly.  “You only aggravate your sufferings.  Isn’t that a valley to the right, Tayoga, and don’t you catch the gleam of a little lake among its trees?”

“It is a valley, Great Bear, and there is a small lake in the center.  We will go there.  Perhaps we can catch fish.”

Hope sprang up in Robert’s heart.  Fish?  Why, of course there were fish in all the mountain lakes! and they never failed to carry hooks and lines in their packs.  Bait could be found easily under the rocks.  He did not conceal his eagerness to descend into the valley and the others were not less forward than he.

The valley was about half a square mile in area, of which the lake in the center occupied one-fourth, the rest being in dense forest.  The three soon had their lines in water, and they waited full of anticipation, but they waited in vain until long after night had come.  Not one of the three received a bite.  The lines floated idly.

“Every lake in the mountains except one is full of fish—­except one!” exclaimed Robert bitterly, “and this is the one!”

“No, it is not that,” said Tayoga gravely.  “It means that the face of Areskoui is still turned from us, that the good Sun God does not relent for our unknown sin.  We must have offended him deeply that he should remain angry with us so long.  This lake is swarming with fish, like the others of the mountains, but he has willed that not one should hang upon our hooks.  Why waste time?”

He drew his line from the water, wound it up carefully and replaced it in his pack.  The others, after a fruitless wait, imitated him, convinced that he was right.  Then, after infinite pains, as before, they built two fires again, and slept between them.  But the next morning all three were weak.  Their vitality had declined fast in the night, and the situation became critical in the extreme.

“We must find food or we die,” said Willet.  “We might linger a long time, but soon we won’t have the strength to hunt, and then it would only be a question of when the wolves took us.”

“I can hear them howling now on the slopes,” said Tayoga.  “They know we are here, and that our strength is declining.  They will not face our rifles, but will wait until we are too weak to use them.”

“What is your plan, Dave?” asked Robert.

“There must be game on the slopes.  What say you, Tayoga?”

“If Areskoui has willed for game to be there it will be there.  He will even send it to us.  And perhaps he has decided that he has now punished us enough.”

“It certainly won’t hurt for us to try, and perhaps we’d better separate.  Robert, you go west; Tayoga, you take the eastern slopes, and I’ll hunt toward the north.  By night we’ll all be back at this spot, full-handed or empty-handed, as it may be, but full-handed, I hope.”