, he was hit."

"Well, I thought I missed clean and clear," said Tom doubtfully.

"And I thought I missed," laughed Sam. "I guess we'll have to divide
that third bird between us, Tom."

"We've got all the wild-turkey meat we'll want on this trip," came from
John Barrow. "Before this is gone, you'll want a change, I'll warrant
you."

While the guide was caring for the birds the boys went back for the
sleds. Soon they were again on the way, and they did not stop until the
vicinity of the falls was left far behind and they had again reached a
point where skating would be good for several miles.

"Reckon we can stop here and have dinner," observed the guide. "Feelin'
kind o' hungry, aint you?"

"Just guess I am hungry," declared Tom "But I didn't want to say
anything till the rest did."

Some of the cooking utensils were unpacked, and while the boys got wood
for the fire, John Barrow brought out some coffee and other things. It
was decided that they should not take time to cook a turkey until they
went into camp for the night.

Soon a fire was blazing merrily. They built it under the outer end of a
long tree limb, and from the limb suspended a pot full of water by a
long iron chain they had brought along. As the ground was covered with
snow, there was little danger of spreading a conflagration. Soon the
water was boiling and the guide made a steaming pot of coffee, which was
passed around in tin cups, with sugar and a little condensed milk. They
had brought along bread, cheese, chipped beef, and boiled eggs, and
also a mince pie which Mrs. Barrow had baked the day before, and these
made what Tom declared was a famous dinner.

"No sauce like hunger sauce," laughed John Barrow, as he saw the lads
stow the food away. "Once I was trampin' the mountains all day without a
mouthful when I chanced to look in a corner o' my game bag and found a
slice o' bread, at least two weeks old. I ate that bread up, hard as it
was, and nuthin' ever tasted sweeter."

"You're right," returned Dick. "The folks in the city who don't know
what to get to tickle their appetite ought to go hungry a few times.
Then I'm sure they'd appreciate what they got."

The midday meal finished, they lost no time in repacking the sled load
and starting up the river once more. The stream was now wider than
before, and presently spread out into a small lake.

"This is known as Tillard's Pond," said John Barrow. "Feller named Gus
Tillard built his cabin