“Say, Tom,” spoke Jack in a low voice to his chum, “do you think that was Skeel, the man with the ‘chawed’ ear, who was driven over to Hounson’s?”
“I’m almost sure of it,” was the answer.
“Well, what in the world is his object in coming away up here and at the same time we’re due?”
“Give it up. We’ll have to look for the answer later,” was Tom’s reply.
Out on the open road the horses increased their speed, and soon the pung, under the powerful pull of the animals, was sliding along at a fast clip. Much sooner than the boys had expected, they saw, down in a little valley clearing, a comfortable looking log-cabin, and at the sight of it Sam Wilson called out:
“There she is, boys! That’s your first camp!”
[CHAPTER VIII]
THE FIRST HUNT
The pung came to a stop at the head of a driveway that led up to the log cabin, which was situated in a little clearing in the dense woods all about it. Tom and his chums gave one look at the structure which was to be their home, or one of them for several weeks, and were about to leap out of the sled, when Sam stopped them by a sudden exclamation.