“I shouldn’t like the idea of going through the fight with that moose again,” continued Frank.
“Nor I shouldn’t like to meet those wolves again, and have them pull off my boots as I was climbing up a tree,” said Harry.
“I wonder what the folks will think, when they see us coming home in this rig?” said Archie.
That question was answered when, about an hour before dark, they turned up off the creek into the road, in full view of the cottage.
They were first discovered by Aunt Hannah, who, after shading her eyes with her hand, and gazing at them a few moments, ran into the house. A moment afterward the whole family appeared at the door.
“There’s my folks!” exclaimed Archie. “I thought they would be here to spend the holidays. Show them what we can do, Frank.”
His cousin accordingly put the moose through his best paces, and in a few moments they whirled through the gate, and drew up before the door.
“Well, boys, I’m glad to see you all back safe,” said Mr. Winters, as soon as the greeting was over. “It’s a wonder that Archie didn’t shoot some of you—he’s so careless with his gun.”
“O no, father,” replied the boy, “I’ve got over that. I always hold my gun muzzle down, as you told me.”