"Didn't you kill the other snake?" asked Darry.
"I did. That's the first and only battle I ever saw between snakes, and it was terrible while it lasted, I can tell you that."
Fishing over, they went into camp, and here rested until old Benson came back.
The colonel was tickled to death to receive so much deer meat," said the old scout. "And he says you can stay until Saturday night if you wish. His lady said she had been wanting some venison for several weeks."
Captain Moore felt glad to think he could be out four days more.
"We'll have a grand time now," he said. "Benson, we can go right over yonder mountain, can't we?"
"To be sure," answered the scout.
"Is the hunting good over there?" asked Joe.
"Yes, lad. There used to be some buffalo there."
"Good! Let us get a buffalo by all means!" cried Darry.
"You go slow about tackling a buffalo, especially a bull," said the young captain. "If we do sight a buffalo you let Benson manage the whole affair."
It was not long before the party were off once
