suits of new uns, and we'll both be wearin' the old uns if we needs un
till you gets new."

"All right, I'll go you on that," agreed Charley. "That's a good way to
fix it. And when there's a chance to go to the store at Deer Harbour
I'll get some new things there."

"We has some fine skins for boots," said Mrs. Twig. "I gets un all
tanned in the spring, and I'll be makin' up some boots."

"Well, now! We're gettin' out o' that fix easy," and Skipper Zeb beamed
delightedly. "We're gettin' out o' _that_ fix! And has you duffle for
sox? And is there plenty o' deerskin on hand for moccasins?"

"Aye, plenty o' duffle and plenty of deerskins," smiled Mrs. Twig,
amused at the Skipper's enthusiasm. "I'll soon be havin' a plenty o'
sox and moccasins made up."

"The lynx fur the lads gets this evenin' not bein' prime for trade, but
fine for caps, I thinks the lads might have caps made out of un, and the
hoods of their adikeys trimmed with un," suggested Skipper Twig. "Then
both our lads will be dressed alike."

"'_Twould_ be fine, now," assented Mrs. Twig, who usually agreed with
Skipper Zeb's suggestions.

"Now that's settled, and we has you lads togged out to the king's taste
for winter." Skipper Zeb stroked his beard contentedly. "No fix there to
bother, and we'll talk up our plans. First thing, Mother's been fussin'
about the trap boat, and feelin' bad about un ever since we leaves un at
the Duck's Head. She's thinkin' if we pulls un out o' the water, we'll
find the bottom not so bad we can't fix un. I'm not doubtin' myself the
bottom's all stove in, the way she struck. But we'll go over to the
Duck's Head in the marnin' to pull she out and make sure of un, and
'twill make Mother feel better if we tries, whatever."

"That's fine," agreed Toby. "I were thinkin' maybe she's just got a
busted plank, and her timbers are sound."

"Now what does you think o' the plan, Charley?" asked Skipper Zeb.
"You're one o' the partners, and must have a say about un."

"It sounds good to me," agreed Charley, feeling that responsibility was
being thrust upon him, and rather pleased that it was. "I think the boat
should be looked at."

"There, now, that's good judgment," boomed the Skipper. "I were sure you
were a lad o' judgment from the minute I sees you, and that proves un.
We'll go in the marnin' to the Duck's Head to see the trap boat, after
you lads come back from your rabbit snares."

As Toby had planned, Charley and he shar