"Fellows," said Bob, proudly, "I'll have both of these stuffed—make a group of 'em—see if I don't."
"Good," approved Dave. "This counts as another little adventure which is going to cause Sam and Tommy to open their eyes."
Hank Merwin was not at his cabin when the four arrived. But about sundown his lanky form appeared in view. Over his shoulder he carried a well-filled game-bag.
"Hello, Hank!" called Jim.
"Arternoon, lads," responded the trapper, quietly. "Back ag'in, eh?" He glanced at the wildcat and swan. "Not bad, lads. The horns is fixed fine; I'll show ye."
He opened the door, and the boys followed him into the cabin.
In one corner stood the great moose antlers, nicely cleaned and prepared. Dick Travers' eyes sparkled with pleasure.
"I'm ever so much obliged, Hank," he cried, seizing the trapper's brawny hand. "Isn't it great to have things like that to show the fellows at Kingswood, eh, Chubby?"
"Got a lot of pelts, Hank?" questioned Jim.
"Not a bad haul, lad. Mink, an' otter, an' beaver, an' a fox. But I reckon you lads 'ud like a bit of grub."