“There are a good many kinds of traps, aren’t there?” asked Fred.
At this Joel Runnell smiled.
“I should say so, my boy. I can make at least a dozen kinds, and I once knew a hunter from Canada who boasted of being able to make forty-six different kinds of traps and death-falls.”
“Gracious! that man hadn’t much use for a gun,” was Harry’s comment.
“It’s a good thing to know something about traps,” went on the old hunter. “There might come a time when you were out in the woods and mighty hungry, without a single charge of powder left. In such a case a trap may keep you from starving to death.”
The old hunter told them that he would first set a few rabbit and squirrel traps, and after that a death-fall for larger animals.
“I think I can locate the run of the rabbits on this island pretty well,” said he.
A good hot breakfast was had, and as soon as it was over Teddy insisted on washing up the few dishes which had been used. Then off they set in a crowd, satisfied that nobody would come to disturb their new shelter during an absence of only an hour or two.
Joel Runnell led the way around the cliff and then into a thicket where the pine trees fairly touched the ground.
“Here are hundreds of traps fairly waiting for us,” he said.