But the boys' spirits were proof against almost anything. With some hot coffee to warm them up, and some hot canned meat, which Fenn prepared, they were ready for another day of tramping through the woods after game. "What do you say to moving camp?" suggested Bart. "I'm afraid we've scared from around here whatever there was in the way of turkeys and rabbits. We can put our stuff on the sled and pull it through the snow." This was agreed to, and soon the runners were adjusted over the wheels, and the four boys were pulling the sleigh with the camp outfit. They went slowly, picking their way as best they could among the trees. On a down grade, where two were enough at the rope, Bart and Frank went ahead to see if they could observe any signs of game. Frank killed a fat rabbit, but Bart fired at one and missed. They went about four miles farther into the forest and, as they saw turkey tracks, they decided to camp there. "We'll have an early dinner, put the turkey hen on to roast, and go off hunting the rest of the day," decided Fenn. The turkey was prepared in a somewhat rough fashion and put to roast in the oven of the portable stove. When it was nearly done the fire was allowed to cool down. "All we have to do when we get back is to start a small blaze and we'll have hot turkey," explained Fenn. Some dry wood was placed within the tent to keep it safe in case it began to snow again, and, fastening the flaps, the boys set off. They had better luck this time, and managed to get a turkey apiece, though they were only hens, and not very large. "We ought to each get a big gobbler before we go back home," Bart said. "You fellows want to look alive. I've got mine." "You had all the luck," retorted Ned. But the gobblers seemed too wise to come within the reach of the boys' guns, and when it came time to make back-tracks for camp there was none numbered among the slain. Several more rabbits had been secured, however, and the boys were well satisfied. "My mouth waters for that roast turkey," exclaimed Ned, as he tramped through the snow. "I want a piece of the breast and some of the brown skin. Just a bit of dressing, please, and a spoonful of gravy!" "Let up!" cried Bart. "I'm half starved!" Ned's anticipations of the turkey were fully realized. It may not have been done just to the turn a French chef would call proper, but the boys thought they had never eaten anything half so good. There was little left when they had finished. "We'd better circle around so's to fetch up near where Jim's to meet us to-night," remarked Bart as they crawled out of the blankets Wednesday morning. The cold had increased and the wind was blowing half a gale. The tent was struck, after a hasty breakfast, and, with the other things, not forgetting the game, was packed upon the sled. The boys started off, intending to make a large circle and bring up that evening where Jim had left them, in time to meet him. They would not erect the tent again.