Another quarter of a mile was covered when they came to a patch of
spruces. As they advanced they saw several rabbits leap from beside
one of the trees.

"A chance for a shot!" cried the doctor's son, and speedily swung
his shotgun into position, an example followed by his chum. Both
young hunters blazed away without delay, and each was successful in
laying a rabbit low. Before they could fire again the rest of the
game was out of sight.

"Not very large," was Shep's comment as they picked up the game. "But
the rabbits are young, and they'll make fine eating."

"It is a good thing that new game law isn't in effect yet," said
Whopper. "If it was we'd not be allowed to shoot rabbits until next
October."

"You are right, Whopper---hunting will be a good deal more restricted
after the new laws go into effect."

Placing the rabbits in a gamebag, the two chums walked on, past the
clump of spruces and then across a little clearing. Here, much to
their surprise, they came in sight of a dilapidated cabin. It was
a small affair of rough logs with a rude stone chimney and one
window and one door. One end of the cabin sagged greatly, as if
on the point of falling down.

"I hadn't any idea this was here," was the comment of the doctor's
son. "Wonder who it can belong to?"