“Get out!” cried Tom. “You know what I mean.”
“Well, we might get a brace of fat partridges, or a couple of rabbits,” Jack said. “I’ll be satisfied with them for a starter.”
“Well, I know one thing I’m going to get right now!” exclaimed Bert, with a sudden motion.
“Do you see anything?” demanded Jack, bringing forward his rifle.
“I’m going to snapshot that view! It’s a dandy!” Bert went on, as he opened his camera.
“Oh! Only a picture! I thought it was a bear at least!” cried Tom.
But Bert calmly proceeded to get the view he wanted. He was perhaps more enthusiastic over camera work than the others, though they all liked to dabble in the pastime, and each one had some fine pictures to his credit.
“Well, if you’re done making snapshots, let’s go on and do some real shooting,” proposed Jack.
He and Tom each had a rifle, while Bert and George had shotguns, so they were equipped for any sort of game they were likely to meet. For an hour or more they tramped on through the snow-covered woods, taking care to note their direction by means of a compass, for they were on strange ground, and did not want to get lost on their first hunting trip.