any more game around here," said Dave. "Those volleys of shots will make them lay low for some time."
"Let's go into camp and get lunch," suggested Buster. "I'm as hungry as a bear."
"Were you ever anything else?" questioned Ben, with a grin, for the stout youth's constant desire to eat was well known.
They tramped to the south shore of the island, and there, in a nook that was sheltered from the north wind, they went into temporary camp, cutting down some brushwood and heavier fuel and building a fire. Over the flames they arranged a stick, from which they hung a kettle filled with water obtained by chopping a hole through the ice of the river.
"Now, when the water boils, we can have some coffee," said Roger, who was getting out the tin cups. "And we can roast those potatoes while the water boils," he added.
"What about some rabbit pot-pie, or roast partridge?" asked Buster.
"Oh, let us take all the game back to the school!" exclaimed Ben. "Just to show the fellows what we got, you know."
"That's the talk!" cried Gus. "If we don't, maybe they won't believe we were so lucky."
"Yes, let us take it all back," chimed in Chip Macklin.
