When the rival campers
separated, the feeling upon both sides was very bitter.
"I don't like those chaps at all," was Shep's comment. "I am sorry
they came to Firefly Lake."
"They make me sick," was the way Giant expressed himself. "And they
are such dudes, too, with their fancy hunting outfits and patent
fishing gear."
"And not one of them can shoot worth a cent," said Snap.
"How do you know that?"
"I saw them at the shooting-gallery one day. They couldn't make a
single bull's-eye, try their best, and lots of times they didn't even
hit the target."
On Friday, Shep came into camp from a walk up the lake and his face
showed his excitement.
"I saw some more deer!" he cried. "Come on, all of you! It's the
chance of our lives!"
This announcement filled the crowd with excitement, and soon they
were asking all sorts of questions of the doctor's son. He had
looked across the upper end of the lake and had seen seven or eight
deer making their way along one of the mountain trails.
"We'll take to the boat and go over," said Snap.
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