came from Roger. "He said we were fixing for another snowstorm."
"It doesn't look so now," returned Dave. "But Horsehair generally hits it on the weather, so maybe we'll catch it before we get back."
"Wonder if we'll meet any of the Rockville cadets?" remarked Phil, as he and Dave forged to the front, they knowing the way up the river better than did some of the others.
"It is possible, Phil. All of them have guns, and I should think they would like to go hunting."
"I guess most of their firearms are rifles, not fowling-pieces."
"Not more than half—I learned that from Mallory, when we played hockey. He said they had some shotguns just for hunting and camping-out purposes."
"Well, those chaps have a holiday to-day, the same as we have, so some of them may be up around Squirrel Island. But I'd rather not meet them," and Dave's face became serious.
"Humph! If those military academy fellows try to play any tricks on us I reckon we can give 'em as good as they send," growled Phil.
"To be sure we can, Phil. But I'd rather keep out of trouble to-day and have some good, clean sport. I haven't been hunting this season and I'm just itching to draw a bead on a fat bunny, or
