CHAPTER XXIX
A STRANGE MEETING IN THE FOREST
Despite Whopper's nightmare and what had followed, the boy hunters slept soundly for the rest of the night. All arose at daybreak and procured what was destined to be their last meal in the camp for that season.
"I rather hate to leave the spot," said Snap, while packing away the breakfast things. "We have had some good fun here."
"We must come back some time, by all means," declared Shep. "Maybe this winter."
"Yes, some hunting up here in mid-winter wouldn't go bad," came from Giant. "We could bring snowshoes along and have jolly times."
"That's the talk!" ejaculated Whopper. "I have always wanted to go hunting on snowshoes, And we could build a big snowhouse, too."
"Well, that is something to talk over another time," put in Snap. "Remember, just now we want to locate that mill robber if we can, and also get those bears home."
It took quite some time to pack all of the things aboard the rowboat, and the craft was heavily loaded with the outfit and the game.
"Will it carry us, too?" questioned Shep, as he looked at the boat dubiously.