m Bill Hobson's place," announced the old
lumberman, and then he closed his eyes once more and lay back on the
litter, for the pain he was suffering was great.

Keeping on in the direction where they had seen the smoke, they soon
came in sight of a fairly large cabin with a lean-to attached. They
marched up to the place, and Jack rapped upon the door, which was opened
a moment later by a burly man, well along in years.

"What do you want?" began the man, and then looked past Jack to the
litter and the old lumberman lying on it. "What's this? Why, it's Uncle
Barney, I declare! What's happened?"

"I got hurt by a falling tree, Bill," was the reply. "And if it hadn't
been for these cadets, I might be layin' down in the woods yet."

"He is quite a bit hurt," explained Jack. "You had better let us carry
him in and place him on a couch or a bed of some kind."

"Surest thing you know, young man," answered Bill Hobson. "Fetch him
right in," and he turned to make a bunk ready for the sufferer.

Fortunately the cabin was well warmed, so that as soon as they had
Barney Stevenson safe inside, they lost no time in taking off some of
his clothing and examining his hurts. The other old lumberman, assisted
by Jack, did this, and Hobson examined the condition of his friend with
care.

"I can't see that anything is broken," he announced; "but those bruises
are pretty bad. I think I'll bathe 'em with hot water, and then put on
some liniment and bind 'em up."

"I guess I'll have to stay right where I am for a spell, Bill," said the
hurt man.

"That's what, Uncle Barney. And you're welcome to stay as long as you
please," announced the owner of the cabin. The boys had brought along
the old lumberman's game bag and shotgun.

Bill Hobson wanted to know the particulars of the affair, and the Rover
boys related how they had come up into the woods to hunt and heard
Barney Stevenson's cries for assistance, and how they had liberated him
and brought him along on the litter.

"I'm very thankful indeed to you," said Barney Stevenson, and his face
showed his gratitude. "If I can ever do you boys a good turn, believe
me, I'll do it."

"Didn't you say you lived on Snowshoe Island?" queried Jack.

"Yes."

"I've heard of the place, but I don't know exactly where it is located
or why they call it Snowshoe Island."

"It's a big island located almost in the middle of Lake Monona,"
answered the old lumberman. "I own the place, and it's call