"I was wondering what we could do with this wolf," said Fred. "Do you think I could send him home to have him stuffed?"
"You could, my boy. But I wouldn't advise it. Who would want a stuffed wolf around anyhow? Of course, you might put him in some club-house or furrier's window—or something like that."
"Oh, I guess I won't bother," answered Fred.
"I'll tell you what we'll do," suggested Jack. "We'll prop the wolf up against a tree, and then take a photograph of Fred shooting at him;" and so it was decided, and the boys had much fun taking the picture.
Several days passed, and no one came near the island. In the meantime, the boys went out hunting every day, and Barney Stevenson showed them how to fish through a hole in the ice. This was great sport, and they had the satisfaction of adding a number of pickerel and perch to their bill of fare. During those days, they cooked and ate the wild turkeys, and found the meat quite palatable.
"We sure are having one dandy time," said Fred one evening, when sitting in front of the blazing fire.
"I don't see how it could be any better, Fred," answered Andy.
"And just think of what we've brought down in the way of rabbits, squirrels, pheasants, woodcocks and turkeys!"
"Not to say anything about my wolf," came from Fred.
"Yes, and a shot I got at a brook mink," added Jack. He had seen the mink at a distance, but had been unable to bring the game down.