"This haul will open the eyes of the Spink crowd," remarked Whopper.
"If they weren't so mean we might send them some venison," said Shep.
"They wouldn't thank you for it," broke in Giant. "They are too
high-toned for that sort of thing."
With so much game the boys hardly knew what to do. The deer were
heavy and it was all two of them cared to do carrying one between
them, hung from a pole.
"Well, we have got to get them to the lake somehow," said Snap.
"So the sooner we get at the job the better. Don't grumble."
"Grumble?" shouted Shep. "Why, I feel like singing." And he broke
into a merry whistle.
They took the deer down to the lake in three trips. It made them
pant to climb over some of the rocks, and when the job was done
they were all out of breath.
"Have you fellows noticed how the wind is rising?" remarked Giant, as
he paused to wipe the perspiration from his forehead.
"Yes," answered Shep. "We are surely fixing for a storm."
"By the way, Shep," came from Snap, "don't you wish you had shot
a turkey instead of the deer?"
"Don't say turkeys," replied the doctor's son, reproachfully.
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