They told of their experiences in camp, and Tom mentioned Skeel and his cronies. “Trespassing on these preserves, eh?” exclaimed Sam. “Well, I’ll have to look into that. These lands are posted, and only those who get permission can enter on them, and hunt or fish. I’ll just put a flea in the ears of those fellows, if they don’t look out!” With the help of the boys, Sam carried the deer out to his waiting pung. He said he had happened to pass near No. 2 Camp, and decided to run in on the chance that the boys might be there. The deer’s legs were tied together, and then a long pole, cut from the woods, was thrust between them, lengthwise. On the shoulders of the boys and the guide the carcass was taken out to the big sled. “I’ll bring the meat over to-morrow,” promised Sam, “and the head will be mounted later. It takes a little time.” “Keep plenty of the venison yourself,” Tom urged. “Well, just as you say,” was the laughing acceptance. “I haven’t had much chance to do any hunting yet. I’m glad you had a good start of luck.” “And I hope my picture of the other deer comes out all right,” murmured Bert, his interest, just then, centering in his camera. “Well, if it hadn’t been for Tom, you might not have come out all right,” said Jack, more than half seriously. That was the extent of their luck for that day, however, except that both Bert and George secured some fine snapshots. When Sam had departed with the slain deer, the boys found a good place to stop, and build a fire to make coffee. They ate their lunch with such appetites as come only from life in the open, and, having finished, once more they set out on the trail. But, though Jack, Bert and George each hoped for a repetition of Tom’s luck, in some modified form, it was not to be. The boy hunters adopted all the suggestions of Sam, in looking for more game, but though they saw signs of it, the game itself had disappeared, at least for the time being. “But we’ve got other days ahead of us,” suggested Tom. “We don’t have to go back for more than two weeks, and that will give us plenty of chances.” They reached Camp No. 2 very tired, but satisfied with their day’s trip. And they brought with them appetites that made Jack, who was temporarily doing the cooking, wish his chums had left part of their hunger in the woods. “What! More beans?” he cried to Bert, who passed his plate for the third time. “Can’t you eat anything but beans?” “Don’t need to, when they’re cooked as good as this, old man,” was the laughing answer. “That molasses you put in just gave ’em the right flavor.” “I’ll leave it out next time,” grumbled Jack. “I want a chance to get a bite myself.”