"Maybe
this winter."
"Yes, some hunting up here in mid-winter wouldn't go bad," came
from Giant. "We could bring snowshoes along and have jolly times."
"That's the talk!" ejaculated Whopper. "I have always wanted to go
hunting on snowshoes, And we could build a big snowhouse, too."
"Well, that is something to talk over another time," put in Snap.
"Remember, just now we want to locate that mill robber if we can,
and also get those bears home."
It took quite some time to pack all of the things aboard the rowboat,
and the craft was heavily loaded with the outfit and the game.
"Will it carry us, too?" questioned Shep, as he looked at the boat
dubiously.
"It has got to carry us," declared Whopper. "But it will be rather
hard rowing."
All tried the boat and found it would carry them, although the
gunwale sank low into the water. Then they cleaned up the camp,
shut up the cabin, and were all ready for the start.
"Good-by to the camp!" cried Giant, lifting his cap.
"And hurrah for the first outing of our gun club!" added Snap. And
they gave the cheers with a will.
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