"If we are going to be snowed up here we ought to try for some game," said Chet. "Maybe I can stir up some rabbits, or something." It was decided that he should go out, leaving Andy to look after Mr. Dawson and the campfire. "But don't go far," cautioned Andy. "The snow is coming down so thick that you may get lost." "Oh, I'll take care of myself," answered Chet. He knew it would be a bad move to go out into the open, so he kept to the timber, blazing a tree here and there as he went along. He knew very little game would be stirring. "If I get anything it will be more accident than anything else," he reasoned. "No animal is going to stir out in this storm." He was just passing under a big spruce tree when, chancing to glance up, he saw a sight that quickened his pulse. On a limb close at hand were several wild turkeys, huddled together to keep warm. With great caution he moved to one side, to get a good aim. Then, raising his gun, he blazed away. There was a whirr and a flutter, and two of the turkeys came down, one dead and the other wounded. Rushing forward, Chet caught the wounded bird by the neck, and soon put it out of its misery. "That's a good start," he told himself, with much satisfaction. "I hope my luck continues." Placing the game in his bag, he went forward again, looking for more signs of birds, and also for signs of squirrels and rabbits. It was growing dark, and Chet began to think it was time to turn back, when he saw some rabbits in a thick clump of bushes. He sprang in after them, and they leaped out into the snow and across a small opening. Then, before he could fire, they were out of sight again. "You shan't get away from me as easily as that," the youth muttered to himself, and ran out into the opening. Here the snow was so thick he could see but little, yet he kept on, and soon reached more brushwood. He saw some branches close to the snow move, and blazed away in the dark. His aim proved true, for when he came up he found one rabbit dead. Another had been wounded, as the blood on the snow showed. In all haste he made after the limping game. But the rabbit had considerable life left in it, and dove deep into the brushwood. But at last it had to give up, and Chet secured the additional game without much trouble. It had grown dark rapidly, and in some anxiety the young hunter turned back, in an endeavor to retrace his steps. This was no easy matter, for the snow was coming down as thickly as ever, and he could scarcely see two yards ahead of him. "It won't do for me to get lost out here," he reasoned. "If I don't get back, Andy will be worried to death." Bending to meet the snow--for the wind was now blowing briskly, Chet pushed forward until another clump of trees was gained. Walking was becoming irksome, and he panted for breath. Under the trees he paused to get his bearings. "I must be right," he thought. Yet, try his best, he could not locate any of the trees he had blazed a short while before.