o rooms, one a general living-room
and the other a sleeping apartment. In the former was located a fairly
well-made table, a couple of benches, and also a swinging shelf,
containing quite an assortment of dishes, while at one side there was a
big open fireplace, and in a corner a small closet furnished with
numerous kitchen utensils.

The other apartment contained three regular bunks and a temporary one
put in for the occasion; and these bunks were well spread with fresh
pine boughs and camp blankets. The opening from one room into the next
was so located that the warmth from the fire in the living-room could
easily reach the sleeping apartment.

"Say, this is bang-up!" exclaimed Randy.

"It's the best ever!" echoed Fred.

"It's a peach!" was Andy's comment.

"I certainly didn't expect anything half as good as this, Uncle Barney,"
remarked Jack, his eyes showing his pleasure. "If we don't have a good
time here, it certainly won't be your fault."

"Then you really like it, do you, boys?" asked the old lumberman
anxiously.

"I certainly don't know how it could be better," remarked Randy. "And
just look at the dishes and things to cook with!"

"And these fine bunks!" exclaimed his twin, sitting down on one. "Why,
this is just as good as a hair mattress!"

"And how sweet the pine boughs smell!" murmured Fred.

"If you boys want to send that turkey cock home, you had better let me
take it down to Rockville to-day," said the old lumberman. "I won't mind
the trip at all," he added, as he saw that some of them were going to
remonstrate. "Fact is, I forgot to get some of the things I was going to
buy yesterday. So if you'll just make yourselves at home here, I'll go
down there and be back some time before nightfall."

"Don't you want to wait until after dinner?" questioned Jack.

"No. I'll get something to eat while I'm in town."

The matter was talked over, and it was finally arranged that Barney
Stevenson should return to Rockville with the turkey cock and have it
shipped by express to the Rover boys' folks in New York. Jack wrote out
a card, which was to be sent with the game, and also another card to be
tacked on the box in which it was to be shipped. Then the old lumberman
hurried over to his own cabin to get ready for the journey.

"Won't our folks be surprised when they get that box!" exclaimed Fred.
"I wish I could be there to see them."

"They'll know we didn't lose any time going hunting," added Andy,