this way," said Roger, who had heard of just such accidents more than once.
"Well, we don't want to mistake him for game either," said Dave. "Whenever you shoot, be sure of what you are shooting at."
"Right you are," cried Sid Todd. "If hunters weren't too hasty there wouldn't be any accidents."
A little over half a mile was covered, and by that time the sun was sinking over the hills to the westward. A suitable spot was selected and the tent was pitched, and they prepared a supper of fish and venison, meat and crackers, washing it down with some chocolate that Roger made.
Early in the morning Sid Todd left the camp, to be gone the best part of two hours. He came back showing his excitement.
"A chance for elk, boys!" he cried. "But you must hurry and do a good bit of tramping."
"Can you walk, Phil?" asked Dave, anxiously.
"Just as well as ever," was the answer, and Phil took a turn around the camp to prove his words.
No time was lost in preparing for the hunt, and in less than ten minutes all were off, having tethered the horses in a spot they deemed safe. Their provisions they tied in skins and hung in the trees, so they might be safe from wild marauders.
It was a hard climb, over the rocks and among the bushes, and once the boys had to call a halt,
