in the ice. Fish will taste good for breakfast."

They were directly in the middle of the lake when a distant gunshot
reached their ears, followed by another. They halted and listened.

"Whopper and Shep must have found something to shoot at," remarked the
smaller member of the Gun Club.

"Or else there are other hunters in this vicinity. I shouldn't be
surprised if Jed Sanborn is out."

"Yes, and a dozen others, for the matter of that."

By the time they had crossed the lake the wind was blowing furiously,
sending the snow whirling over the smooth ice in long white streaks.
More than half out of breath, the two young hunters were glad enough
to reach the shelter of the trees and bushes.

"It's going to be a corker," was Snap's comment. "Just listen to the
wind whistling through the trees!"

"I don't think I'll try fishing just yet," said Giant. "I might get
frozen fast to the ice."

"Fishing will have to wait, Giant. Come on into the Inn."

They were glad enough to enter the shelter and rest for a few minutes.
Then, when they had regained their breath, both set about building a
fire. Luckily they had saved some dry bark and brushwood, so starting
the blaze was comparatively easy. They heaped on several medium-sized