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24 big wings, a protesting gobble or two, and a big turkey cock fell to the ground.

"There, I knew I'd get him!" Bart cried as he ran forward and secured his prize. "I saw him roosting up in the branches, and I fired before he could get away. I knew I'd get him!"

"You don't think this is the same one you fired at a while ago, do you?" asked Ned.

"Well, it's one just as big and just as good," retorted Bart. "I'm satisfied if he is."

He slung the gobbler, which was a large fat one, over his shoulder and went on, much pleased with himself and his new gun.

"Guess we'll have roast turkey to-night all right," Frank remarked as they trudged along.

"I guess not, if I have to cook it!" exclaimed Fenn. "It's too late to dress any birds to-night. Canned stuff and coffee for yours."

"Well, to-morrow then," Frank insisted. We've got to have a turkey dinner while we're in the woods."

It was almost dark when they reached camp. They lighted some lanterns, and built a big fire, while Fenn, who had been elected cook, got supper ready. The other boys cleared out the tent for sleeping purposes.

When the boys awoke in the morning it was