"Come
on, before they spot us!" And they hurried up the next hill.
Here they encountered a number of rocks, and were brought to a
halt several times to determine which was the best path to pursue.
"By jinks! the farmer was right -- we are getting lost!" said Sam
presently.
"Where is the path?"
"I think it is to the right."
"And I think it is to the left."
At this both lads looked at each other, then burst out laughing.
"It can't be in both directions, Fred."
"That's true, and I am sure I am right."
"All right, we'll try it," and they did, but it was a good ten
minutes before the path came into view again, and meanwhile the
first of the hounds drew dangerously close.
But the game was by no means over, as we shall see.
CHAPTER XIII
WHAT THE GAME OF HARE AND HOUND LED T0
"What a glorious view!"
It was Sam who uttered the words. The top of the mountain had
been reached at last, and the boys were feasting their eyes on the
grand panorama spread on all sides.
"How beautiful the lake, looks!" said Fred.
"And how far one can see!"
"It's a pity we didn't bring a pair of glasses with us, Fred.
But, say, I'm hungry."
"So am I.
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