Just then Davy came in, bearing his little camera, and with a grin on his face.
“Got a fine picture that time, I reckon, fellers,” he announced, after the manner of satisfied camera fiends the world over.
“Did you give a shout, Davy?” asked Thad, thinking it best to settle that point in the start, before going any further.
“Not that I know of, I didn’t,” immediately replied the other.
“Did you hear one?” continued the patrol leader.
“Sure I did, and took it for granted that Step Hen or Giraffe had been scared by the fireworks display, in spite of my warning, and squealed,” Davy replied.
“That settles it, then,” Thad went on, turning to Eli and Jim; “get a torch, or the lantern, and we’ll see what it was.”
“Wow! this looks some interesting!” exclaimed Giraffe, beginning to show signs of excitement himself.
Eli picked up the lantern, and lighted it. Then he led the way into the bushes at the exact spot where, according to his educated ear, the snort and the crash had come from.
“Keep back, the rest of you,” said Thad, “and let Eli do the looking. If he finds anything worth while, be sure you’ll all know about it.”