He whistled in return, and presently they came out at a point where the cedars fringed the clearing in the midst of which was located the bungalow. They saw Jed Wallop standing outside the little stable and waved their hands to him, and he waved in return.
"Thought you might have gone out huntin'," announced Wallop, when they came up. "Had some luck, too, I see."
"Nine rabbits," said Fred, a bit proudly.
"Good enough! I guess that means some good, old-fashioned rabbit stew to-night," and Jed Wallop grinned.
He had not seen Gif's note, and so the lads explained the situation, to which the man listened with much concern.
"Well, by gum! what do you know about that?" he ejaculated. "I certain did mix it when I give you them directions. I might o' told you about turnin' to the left when it come to the road past this lodge. You see, I got all twisted up in my mind as soon as I heard about my cousin, Tim Doolittle, bein' hurt."
"That's just the way I figured it, Jed," answered Gif. "However, as we got here at last it doesn't matter."
"Goin' to have a pretty good fall o' snow, boys;" and Jed Wallop looked anxiously at the sky.
"Do you think we shall be snowed in?" questioned Randy.
"Might be—if the storm keeps up long enough. But you got plenty o' provisions, ain't you?"