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Updated: June 21, 2025
"It's queer that he'd come to a place like this," was Whopper's comment. "Maybe he thinks it is best to keep in hiding, at least for the present." "But why doesn't he go elsewhere?" "He may be afraid to show himself in town, or at a railroad station." The matter was talked over for an hour, and then it was decided to visit the old cottage as early as possible on the following morning.
"We must get that second one!" cried Snap, and fired once more. But the wounded duck had reached the cover of some bushes and was not hit again. The rowboat was hastily turned in the direction and Snap and Whopper leaped ashore. Then the duck tried to fly but a shot from Whopper's firearm laid it low. Soon the boys had both ducks on board and were examining the game.
Bang! went Shep's shotgun, and crack! came the sharp report of Whopper's rifle. Before the echoes had died away the last of the deer leaped high in the air, made a part turn and then came down heavily. Then it got up, ran several paces and fell again and began to kick. "I hit him!" "So did I!" "Let's try for another!" But to try for another was out of the question.
With another hiss it whipped around and in a twinkling had itself curled around Whopper's left leg. "Hi! take him off! Take him off!" screamed the young hunter, in terror. "Don't let him bite me!" Snap sprang forward. His one idea was to save his chum, and he did not think of his own peril. "Beware!" cautioned Giant. Watching his chance, Snap put his foot on the tail of the water snake.
Noon found them encamped on a point of land where the stream appeared to divide into two parts, one running to the northeast and the other to the northwest. Which branch to take to get to Lake Narsac they did not know. "This is a fine how-do-you-do!" was Whopper's comment. "I wish we had questioned Jed Sanborn about it."
They could not lie down, and had to sit on little stacks of the damp brushwood, with their bare feet in the water and mud. "Say, this is dead loads of fun!" was Whopper's sarcastic comment. "Just as funny as doing an example in algebra or writing a composition on the decay of the Roman Empire!" "Are you dying to " began Giant, when a vigorous pinch on the arm from Whopper stopped him. "Wow!
Despite Whopper's nightmare and what had followed, the boy hunters slept soundly for the rest of the night. All arose at daybreak and procured what was destined to be their last meal in the camp for that season. "I rather hate to leave the spot," said Snap, while packing away the breakfast things. "We have had some good fun here." "We must come back some time, by all means," declared Shep.
"He is certainly a bad one," was Whopper's comment. "Yes, and Andrew Felps is almost as bad," said Shep. "He would have bought those papers." They retraced their steps toward the lake, and soon met Andrew Felps and his companions. "Did you catch him?" asked the lumber dealer, nervously. "No," was Snap's short answer. "Do you know him?" went on Andrew Felps, curiously.
They realized that the journey to their camp would be a perilous one, and wished that the other crowd was more friendly, so that they could remain with them all night. But they had not been asked to stay and were too proud to mention it. "Phew! but this is a sockdollager!" was Whopper's comment. "Blowing about two thousand miles an hour, I guess. I hope it doesn't send us to the bottom."
Pushing on, they soon came to where another signboard had been located; but the board had been knocked off with a stone or a hammer and was missing. "Some hunter's meanness," was Snap's comment. "A fellow who would destroy a signboard ought to be locked up," was Whopper's comment. "It's about on a par with starting a forest fire."
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