With nothing to make them get up early, all hands slept the following morning until after eight o’clock. The old hunter was the first to arise, and he had the breakfast well under way before the others rolled out. “I’ve been a-thinking it over,” said old Runnell. “Perhaps one of us had better stay at the lodge while the others go for that other deer meat. Then, if Marcy comes, or Hiram Skeetles, there will be somebody here to talk to him.” “I’d just as lief stay,” said Fred, who did not relish hauling the load of meat to Snow Lodge. “Supposing you and Runnell both stay,” suggested Joe. “I am sure Harry and I can get the deer over without much trouble.” The matter was discussed while they were eating breakfast, and Joe’s plan was adopted. A little later he and Harry set off, each with his gun, and Harry with his ever-present camera in addition. So far Harry had taken, besides the game, several pictures of the lodge and its surroundings, and had already laid away a strip of six films for development when he should get home. “I hope we’re able to bring down something on this trip,” said Harry, as they trudged along over the lake. “We can’t expect to bring in something every trip we make, Harry. If we did we’d be the greatest Gun Club in the United States. Many a hunter goes out all day and doesn’t so much as see a squirrel.” “Oh, I know that. I really think that so far our luck has been remarkably good.” “It won’t keep up. Our shooting in this vicinity will scare the game away from the lodge. As the days go by we’ll have to go farther and farther away for something worth bringing down.” The journey across the lake was made without incident, but scarcely had they struck the mainland when a distant howl greeted their ears. “What is that?” came from Harry. “It’s the howl of a wolf,” answered his brother. “I shouldn’t wonder but what he has scented the deer meat.” “If he has we may have some trouble in getting the deer home.” “Oh, I guess we can easily take care of one wolf.” “But there may be more, Joe. Wolves generally travel in packs, you know.” “Yes, but I don’t hear any others.” “He may be calling his mates.” They moved forward up the rise, and presently came in sight of the game. Under the tree where the deer was strung up sat two wolves, gazing wistfully at the meat. “Two of them here, and one below!” cried Joe. “That makes three.” “Wait! let me get a picture!” whispered Harry, and brought his camera into use without delay. It certainly made a good scene, and he got as close as he could ere he pressed the button. Then he took up his shotgun and blazed away, and Joe did the same. Neither of the wolves was much hurt, and both limped into the woods growling savagely. The growl was answered from a distance, and in a very few minutes four other wolves appeared, ranging themselves in a semicircle at what they considered a safe distance.