I led 'em to a fine herd o' deer, but they wanted
to do the shootin' all alone. When it came time to let drive,
Felps and one o' the other men got buck fever and shot wild, and
most of the deer got away. That was one thing made me sick. They
can't shoot fer sour apples."
"And they'll blame their ill luck on you, when they get home,"
said Whopper.
"More'n likely. But I don't care fer thet. Folks in these parts
know what Jack Dalton kin do. Jest you ask Jed Sanborn about it."
"Yes, Sanborn has spoken about you," answered Snap. "He said you
had brought down some of the biggest deer and bears in these parts."
"Exactly so, boy, although I don't want to blow about it. Tootin'
yer own horn ain't perlite. But I ain't afraid o' what sech a
feller as Andy Felps says."
That night Jack Dalton told them the story of a bear hunt, which
was more than ordinarily interesting. He said that bears were
by no means plentiful in the lake region and yet there were a few
around, some of pretty fair size.
"You'll run across one when ye least expect it," said the old
hunter.
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