A twist of the
neck put it out of its misery, and the young hunter surveyed his
game with satisfaction.
"First prize goes to Snap!" cried Shep. "Boys, we are sure of
a turkey dinner to-morrow, anyway."
They continued on their journey, and at length came in sight of
Lake Cameron, surrounded by hills and the forest. A moment later
Whopper reached for his gun, took careful aim and fired.
"Only a rabbit," he announced. "But that is better than nothing."
"I should say it was," answered Giant, readily. "I'd like to
bring down a game-bag full of them. Think of the rabbit pot-pie
we could make!"
"Here goes for something," whispered Shep, and fired at a squirrel
running around on a fallen tree. But the little creature was
too nimble for him and got away unharmed.
"There is no use of my trying to get a shot at anything," announced
Giant. "The noise has scared away the rest of the game. As soon
as we land I am going to try my hand at fishing."
"You can do that now," replied Snap. "I'll take your oar. There
are some flies in yonder little red box, and the white box had
a few worms in it.
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