As he moved along, he listened for some shots from Shep, but,
hearing none, concluded that his chum was having no success.
"It's too bad," thought Snap, at length. "Perhaps I had better
go back and get him to come this way."
With his game in his bag and over his shoulder, he retraced his steps
to where he had separated from Shep and began to call his chum. Not
getting any answer, he started after the other young hunter.
"He must have gone back," he mused, coming to a halt when he was
within a hundred feet of the tree in which poor Shep was a prisoner.
"And if that is so I may as well go, too. He might at least have
waited for me."
Whistling carelessly to himself, Snap made his, way back to the camp.
He found nobody at hand, but presently Whopper hove into sight with
some fish, followed by Giant.
"Hullo! That's a nice haul!" cried Whopper. "How did Shep make out?"
"I don't know. Isn't he here?"
"I haven't seen him."
"Neither have I," put in the smallest of the young hunters. "I
thought he went out with you."
"So he did; but we separated, and I thought he came home, as I
couldn't find any trace of him.
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