They had found shelter and now they had obtained a food supply.

They were all good comrades together, and what more was to be asked?
He whistled as he rode along, but when he was half way back to the cabin he noticed something in a large tree that caused him to stop.

He saw the outlines of great bronze birds, and he knew that they were wild turkeys.
Wild turkeys would make a fine addition to their larder, and, halting Old Jack, he shot from his back, taking careful aim at the largest of the turkeys.

The huge bird fell, and as the others flew away Ned was lucky enough to bring down a second with a pistol shot.
His trophies were indeed worth taking, and tying their legs together with a withe he hung them across his saddle bow.

He calculated that the two together weighed nearly sixty pounds, and he rode triumphantly when he came in sight of the cabin.
Will saw him first and gave a shout that drew the other men.
"What luck ?" hailed young Allen.
"Not much," replied Ned, "but I did get these sparrows." He lifted the two great turkeys from his saddle and tossed them to Will.
The boy caught them, but he was borne to his knees by their weight.