peered eagerly forward, expecting to see at least four turkeys lying on the snow-covered ground. Bart ran up, hoping the big gobbler had fallen to him.
"Didn't we kill any?' asked Frank, as they saw nothing but turkey tracks.
"Looks as if we all missed," remarked Fenn.
"No, here's one, and it's a fine one too!" exclaimed Frank, as he ran to one side and picked up a plump hen from under a bush.
"Who aimed at that one?" asked Bart, much disappointed at missing his gobbler.
"Hard to say," said Ned. "I guess we can all claim a share in it. We each shot one-fourth of a turkey. Not so bad for a starter."
"I'm out of it," Bart rejoined. "I aimed straight at the gobbler, and he got away. It's a third of a bird apiece for you fellows."
"Anyhow it is the first turkey of the hunt," observed Ned.
"Yes, and my gun is christened," added Bart
