Bang! bang! Both of the firearms spoke in rapid succession. There was a rush and a strange squawking sound, and then the greater part of a flock of wild turkeys had disappeared in the storm. But the heavy charges had hit three of them, and they were now floundering around in their death struggles. The boys ran forward and soon put them out of their misery. “That’s a good haul!” cried Jack, enthusiastically. “Now we won’t starve for a day or two at least.” “Right you are,” returned Harry, as he picked the game up, placed two in his own bag and one in his companion’s, and hurried to reload. “But we mustn’t miss any other game that may be here.” “Certainly not,” said Jack, and he reloaded also, and away they went along the bottom of the cliff. In a few minutes they stirred up a whole flock of wild birds of several kinds from the brush under the rocks. They fired in the midst of them, bringing down several woodcock and three sparrows. “That isn’t bad,” said Jack, as he picked up the woodcock and allowed the sparrows to remain where they were. “It was a good idea of yours to come here.” “I was in hopes we might strike a deer,” returned Harry. “But we have now about as much as we can conveniently carry through such traveling as this.” “There ought to be some rabbits or hares here, under the old brush. Let us walk to the end of the shelter and----” “There’s something now!” shouted Harry, raising his gun. “Half-a-dozen hares, as sure as you’re born! Quick, Jack!” Once more the two shotguns spoke, and two of the hares were seen to leap into the air and turn over in a heap. When the two boys reached the spot they found their prizes stone dead, each shot through the head. All the other hares had disappeared behind a thick mass of brush, where they could not follow them. “Now we’ve got enough, surely,” said Harry, as they divided the game between them. “Wild turkeys, hares, woodcock and an owl, not to mention those sparrows. Who could ask for more?” Jack did not reply, as he was busy getting out his watch. “Phew! How late do you suppose it is?” he cried. “Three o’clock?” “Quarter-past four! We must start back at once!” “I should say so!” exclaimed Harry. “It’s going to be a job to get up out of this hollow and find the creek again, and it will be dark before we know it.” “Not only that; but the snow is coming down in perfect blankets. We’ll be buried in spite of ourselves if we don’t put our best foot forward.” “Come on down to the end of the shelter and make a beeline for the creek,” said Harry, as he slung his gun over his shoulder. “We can escape some of the wind by going that way.” To this Jack agreed, and in another minute they started off side by side. They had almost reached the end of the overhanging rocks when a low cry of distress broke upon their ears. They came to a halt, and gazed at each other in wonder. “What was that?” “It sounded like a human voice.”