"Some day we want you to come down here and go out hunting with us," said Jack. "Can't you show us where we can get a chance at a deer, or something else that is worth while?"
"Wot's the matter with stirrin' up a bear?" replied the old hunter, with a grin, his eyes twinkling.
"That would suit me to a T!" exclaimed Randy.
"Trot out your bears and we'll polish 'em off!" added his twin.
"Not many bears 'round here," announced Jed Wallop. "But you might strike something jest as bad, especially if the snow keeps on gittin' deeper. The wolves in this neighborhood git mighty pestiferous when they can't git nothin' to eat."
"Wolves!" exclaimed Fred. "Gee! I don't know that I want to run up against a savage wolf."
After promising to come down and see them during the following week, Jed Wallop drove off, leaving the boys to return to the Lodge and look over their letters and parcel post packages.
"Here is a letter from mother, and it encloses a letter from dad!" cried Jack, as he glanced over the epistle.
"I've got a letter from Mary," said Fred. "And here is one from May Powell, too."
"Who is your second letter from, Jack?" queried Spouter.