"Gracious! I hope they don't mistake us for game," cried Whopper.
"Let us walk more in the open," answered Snap. "Then they can't
make any mistake."
The way was rocky and uneven, and long before they came in sight
of their first camp the boys were somewhat footsore and weary.
"This isn't the nicest kind of tramping in the world, is it?"
came from Shep.
"Don't say a word," answered Giant. "I just came within an inch
of twisting my left ankle."
They had a small brook to cross and there stopped for a drink
of water. They were just going on again when another distant
gunshot sounded out.
"They must be doing a lot of hunting to-day," observed Snap. "I'd
like to know if they can bring anything down."
"Not if what that old guide said was true," answered Shep.
They advanced a few yards further, when Shep suddenly halted and
made his chums do the same.
"What's up now?" whispered Whopper. "See a bear?"
"Whopper has bears on the brain," came from Giant, with a grin.
"I see two men over back of yonder rocks," answered Snap. "They
seem to be doing some hard talking.
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