"Say—somebody has been amusing himself," remarked Sam Randall, rather abruptly, pointing toward the base of the hill.
On the perfectly smooth blanket of snow, the boys saw a number of markings of such odd forms as to suggest Egyptian hieroglyphics.
"Perhaps Nat made them," observed Bob, breaking into a laugh.
The group walked toward the queer characters.
"Whoever did these must have puzzled his head trying to think up funny shapes," put in Sam, with a grin. "We'll find out who's responsible when the fellows get back."
The Ramblers had supper under way, when voices and the sound of feet crunching over the snow announced the return of the others.
"Any luck?" queried Bob. "We got a couple of rabbits."
"And I dropped a partridge," said Hackett, proudly exhibiting the bird. "A mighty hard shot it was, too."
"What did you get, Chubby?"
"Cold hands, cold feet, and an awful appetite."