"It has got to carry us," declared Whopper. "But it will be rather hard rowing."
All tried the boat and found it would carry them, although the gunwale sank low into the water. Then they cleaned up the camp, shut up the cabin, and were all ready for the start.
"Good-by to the camp!" cried Giant, lifting his cap.
"And hurrah for the first outing of our gun club!" added Snap. And they gave the cheers with a will.
Snap and Whopper took the oars first, and the course was out of
Firefly Lake and through the narrow watercourse running into Lake
Cameron. It was a cool, clear day, with a stiff breeze stirring
the bushes and trees of the forest.
"I see some turkeys!" cried Shep, while on the way. "I must have a last shot!"
"And so must I!" came from the others.
All caught up their guns, and as the boat drifted closer to the game, each let drive. Two of the turkeys were killed outright, while two more were badly wounded and easily secured.
"One each!" said Giant.
"Exactly," answered Snap. "And now we have got to stop or we'll sink the boat sure."