"Sure I will, my lad, and I'll carry some more if you wish," Jed continued, looking at the other young hunters.
"Let each of us send a turkey home," suggested Snap. "That will show the folks that we are not starving." And so it was agreed.
Tying the turkeys in a bunch, they put them in a safe place on a tree and then continued up the mountainside. The recent rains had cleared the sky and washed the bushes and grass, and the view was a most charming one. Soon they came to a small clearing and from this could see over a large portion of the lake's surface.
"It certainly is a wild place," was Snap's comment. "But some day the lumbermen will get in here, and then you'll see this forest melt like magic."
"Yes, and half the charm will be gone," added Jed Sanborn. "Not much left after a saw mill gets started in a place like this."
Noon came and found them well up on the mountain. So far they had seen no game but the turkeys, nor had they seen a further trace of the wildcats. They sat down in an open spot for lunch, and rested for half an hour afterward.
When the hunt was resumed Jed Sanborn turned along the mountainside, where there were a series
