CHAPTER IV
THE SCHOOLBOY HUNTERS
"Dave, what did you shoot at?"
It was Phil who asked the question, for he had been the only one to see Dave raise his shotgun, take quick aim, and fire into the brushwood lining the river at that point.
"I shot at a rabbit, and I think I hit him," was the reply. "I'll soon know." And Dave skated toward the shore, less than twenty yards away. He poked into the bushes with the barrel of his gun and soon brought forth a fat, white rabbit wihich he held up with satisfaction.
"Hurrah!" cried the senator's son. "First prize goes to Dave! He's a fine one, too," he added, as the students gathered around to inspect the game.
"Thought you said you wouldn't shoot anything less than an elephant," grunted Buster.
"The elephant will come later," answered Dave, with a smile.
"I'd like to get a couple like that," said Gus Plum, wistfully.
"Maybe that will be the total for the day,"
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