“Yes, and we’ll want to hear from Uncle Sam now that we know what is on the carpet,” returned Randy.
The other boys tramped quite a few miles that day, and while they had little success in hunting they fared better when it came to fishing. They had seen two foxes and had opened fire on the animals, but without success. They had, however, brought down several good-sized squirrels and been able to pull up eight fair-sized perch and quite a few catfish, as well as several other fish which they could not name.
“The fish suit me,” remarked Jack, as they were trudging back to the lodge. “I don’t care much for squirrels, but a fresh fish freshly fried suits me right down to the ground.”
“Better say down to the bottom of your stomach, Jack,” returned Gif, and at this the three boys had to laugh.
That night it looked as if it would storm again, the sky getting very dark and the wind rising rapidly.
“Gee, I hope the wind doesn’t blow some of the trees down,” cried Randy, as the wind increased in velocity, sending the leaves flying in all directions. “One might hit the building and knock it flat.”
“Oh, don’t be so cheerful!” cried Gif. “It’s bad enough to hear that wind whistle without your trying to scare us to death.”
The wind continued to blow strongly for several hours. There was, however, little rain, and presently, about midnight, the storm seemed to pass to the northward and all became quiet once more. Then the boys went to bed and soon all of them were sound asleep.
The next morning the others were glad to learn that Andy felt much better. He was, of course, still sore and somewhat stiff, but he managed to walk around fairly well and announced that he was willing to do whatever the others suggested.
“Well, I don’t suggest hunting,” said Spouter. “There is next to nothing to bring down at this season of the year. Of course we can go fishing again; but why not go over to the nearest end of the lake and have a good swim? We can laze around in the sun and have lots of fun.”