"Yes, and won't we have something to tell when we get back to Colby Hall!" put in Fred.
It was over an hour later before dinner was ready. Having had such an early breakfast, the boys did full justice to all the things they had cooked, and they spent quite some time over the meal. After that they continued to put the cabin in order, and cleaned their skates, and also looked over their guns.
"We'll have to try these snowshoes to-morrow," announced Jack, referring to a number of such articles which Barney Stevenson had hung on the walls of the cabin. "Maybe we'll almost break our necks at first, but there is nothing like getting used to a thing."
"What do you mean? Getting used to breaking your neck?" questioned Andy dryly, and this brought forth a laugh all around.
About the middle of the afternoon the boys found themselves with but little to do, and Fred suggested that they might go out and look for more game.
"Oh, let's take it easy for the rest of the day, and go out early in the morning," cried Randy.
"Let us go over to the other cabin and take a look around," suggested Andy. "I'm sure old Uncle Barney won't mind. He's a fine old gentleman, even though he is rather peculiar."
"I want to talk to him about Ruth Stevenson's folks some time," said Jack; "but I'm afraid I'm going to have a hard time getting at it."
Andy led the way out of the cabin, and the four boys had almost reached the place used by the old lumberman when suddenly Fred gave a cry.
"Here come two men from the lake!"