"Do you want me to help with breakfast? If you don't, I'll try for
some game myself."

"Go ahead---only come back when I whistle," answered the leader of
the club.

The doctor's son was soon on his way, with his shotgun trailing in
his hand. He, too, crossed the little hill as Giant had done.
Hardly had he done this than he caught sight of a wild turkey and
let drive, bringing the game down some distance ahead of him.

"Now I am going to have some fun getting that turkey," he told
himself, as he surveyed the mud and water before him.

It was no light task to bring in the game, and the doctor's son got
both feet wet. But the turkey was a gobbler and of good size, and
he was very proud when he had the game over his shoulder in true
sportsman's style.

"Guess I'll go on a little further and see if I can stir up anything
else," he thought. "If game is plentiful around here maybe it will
pay us to stay for a day or two after all."

He trudged on, and had just caught sight of what looked like some
wild ducks when a cry reached his ears. At first he imagined it
came from behind him, and thought it might be Snap calling him to
breakfast, but then he concluded it came from in front.

"Must be Giant," he told himself. "What can he want?"