Satisfied that the visitors had left the island for the time being, the boys followed the old lumberman into his own cabin, and there helped him to start up the fire. He told them that he had shipped off the wild turkey as desired.
The evening passed quietly, and in the morning the boys found themselves thoroughly rested.
"It's a grand day for hunting!" exclaimed Fred, as he went outside to view the landscape. The sun was just peeping over the trees on the eastern shore of Lake Monona, and soon the dazzling shafts of light were streaming over the ice and snow in all directions.
"Do you think Asa Lemm and those others will be back to-day?" queried Randy.
"There's no telling," answered Jack.
While some of the boys were preparing breakfast, the others walked over to Uncle Barney's cabin. They found the old lumberman already stirring, and invited him to come over and eat his morning meal with them, an invitation which he readily accepted, for he had taken a great liking to all of the Rovers.
"We've been thinking of trying those snowshoes, Uncle Barney," said Jack.
"No time like the present, boys," was the answer. "I'll show you how to put 'em on, and how to use 'em, too."
"Won't you go out hunting with us?" questioned Fred.
"No; I'm going to stay around the cabins, in case those rascals come back. I don't think they will, but there is nothing like being on the safe side."