after those rabbits and that chicken. They must have followed the sled
trail from Lake Cameron."

As the young hunters did not want the wolves, they were left where
they had fallen. The other beasts did not show themselves again.

The remainder of the night passed without anything unusual happening.
Once the wind veered around a little, threatening to suffocate them
with smoke from the camp-fire, but by the time they prepared to vacate
the shelter the wind veered back to where it had first come from and
gave them no more trouble.

"I saw a beautiful owl," said Giant, when they were preparing
breakfast. "I'd like to get him and have him stuffed."

"To eat, I presume," said Whopper, innocently.

"Eat? What do you take me for!" cried the smaller member of the Gun
Club, and picking up a chunk of snow he shied it at Whopper, taking
the latter in the ear.

Whopper could not stand that and threw some snow in return. Then
ensued a regular snowball fight all around, which came to a sudden
termination when Shep hit the coffee pot and spilled half of the hot
beverage in the snow.

"Hi! that's going too far!" cried Snap. "Don't waste good coffee like
that!"

"I move we fine Shep one cent for a bad throw," murmured Giant.