"How are we going ahead, since you are the only one that knows where
the game is?" answered the doctor's son.

As soon as Whopper was on the ground, they set off, taking the wild
turkey with them. The shot had entered the heart of the turkey,
killing it instantly, and its single flutter had only served to wedge
it fast in the tree crotch.

"Boys, it is growing colder," announced Snap, as they proceeded.

"As if we didn't know it," answered Giant, slapping his hands
together.

"And I think it is going to snow some more," went on Snap.

"Pooh! who cares!" cried Whopper. "I am going to get one of those deer
if I die for it."

"So say I!" put in Shep. "Remember, we ought to get quite some game on
hand, in case we get snowed in at the camp."

The sky had become overcast, and this was what made it seem colder.
The wind, too, was springing up, and they were glad to keep to the
sheltered portions of the ground so far as the journey after the deer
permitted.

Inside of fifteen minutes they covered more than a quarter of a mile.
Yet no deer were to be seen.