As they turned in once more toward the island, Jack noticed a peculiar fluttering among some trees not far away.
"Wait a minute!" he cried out in a low tone. "I think I see some game!"
All came to a halt, and then Uncle Barney looked in the direction to which the oldest Rover boy pointed.
"You are right, my lad," answered the old lumberman. "There is a fine chance for all of you."
"What are they?" questioned Fred a trifle excitedly.
"Wild turkeys! And the best kind of eating—if you can only get close enough to bring them down."