Suddenly Jack touched Harry on the arm and motioned him to be silent. Both boys came to a halt, and the elder pointed over to his left.
For fully ten seconds nothing was to be seen. Then from over a fallen log appeared a pair of long gray ears, followed by the head and body of a fat bunny.
Bang! went Jack’s gun, and the old fellow leaped up in the air, ran a few steps and then fell dead.
“Hurrah! you’ve the first one!” cried Harry, as both ran forward. “My! but he’s a whopper!” he added, as he took up the prize by the hind legs.
“Yes, he’ll do very well,” returned Jack, with a smile of pardonable pride. “A few more like this and——”
He broke off short. The discharge of the gun and their approach had started up two more rabbits less than a rod off. They were scampering through the snow at top speed.
Harry took steady aim and fired. One of the bunnies was killed and the other seriously injured.
“After him or he’ll get away!” yelled Jack, referring to the wounded rabbit, which was doing its best to drag itself out of sight in some brushwood.
With a bound Harry ran forward and caught the animal when it was still a yard from cover. A blow from the gunstock settled its career forever.
“That beats me,” said Jack. “Three rabbits is not bad. Shall we go back with them?”