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26 "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.