necessary to make a turn
to look for a landing place in the vicinity. In doing this, Norman made a
wide swing.

The only naturally open place was some distance to the east. Without
consulting Roy, he made for this white glare of snow. As the monoplane
dropped toward the wide opening, Roy made a desperate dive toward the
floor of the cockpit and, before Norman learned the situation, his chum
was pulling its new mooseskin jacket from the .303 rifle.

"It's a moose!" shouted Roy, "and a dandy. Gi' me a shot at it. I've got
to shoot something from the machine."

"I thought there wasn't any game around here," answered Norman, trying in
vain to get his eyes above the cockpit.

"I guess the hunters have all gone too far," answered Roy breathlessly.
"Anyway, there's a dandy bull right out there in the open. Give me a shot
at it."

As he spoke, he dropped one of the front sections and pointed to one side
of the basin-like opening among the spruce trees. The moment Norman
caught sight of the animal, which stood with its forefeet together, its
head erect, and its immense spread of antlers reared almost defiantly, he
brought the machine directly toward the animal. There was a heavy
discharge from Roy's rifle, but no sign that his shot had gone home.

"Try him again," laughed Norman. "He's big as a barn."

But while Roy pumped a new shell into place, the erect animal suddenly
stumbled and then with a snort whirled and sprang toward the trees. This
time when the rifle sounded the great antlers seemed to rise higher and
then the moose lunged forward on its head and began kicking in the snow.
Norman, gazing at the struggling animal, brought the monoplane to the
wide drifts of snow.

"You get out and finish him," he exclaimed as the _Gitchie Manitou_ came
to a jolting stop. "It's getting colder. I'm going to put some alcohol
an' glycerine in the radiator. This isn't a very good place to freeze
up."

"Why not wait till we get over to the camp?" asked Roy as he dropped one
of the side sections.

"We've got enough of a load now," answered Norman as he began to prowl
around among the extra supplies. "There isn't much snow among the trees.
We'll take all we can carry of this fresh meat and go to the camp on
foot. There's no place to land there, anyway."

Closing the machine, the two boys soon quartered the moose, and leaving a
part of the carcass in the lower limbs of a spruce tree, shouldered the
remainder and made their way