“What’s that?” exclaimed the patrol leader, quickly; “are you trying to tell me Sebattis thinks some other guide is making all that row, and trying to call a moose bull to the gun of his employer?”
“Just what I think; and Sebattis does too,” replied Allan, positively. “You keep watching him, and see how he acts.”
This was a staggering idea to Thad.
“What if it should be the very man I’m wanting to see, to hand him my adopted father’s important message, Mr. James W. Carson?” he exclaimed.
“Well, the chances are, that’s just who it’ll turn out to be,” replied Allan.
As they advanced, the calls became louder. Evidently they were approaching the place where that mysterious bull moose had taken up his stand, and dared the other on, to lock horns with him in battle.
Presently Sebattis slung his moose call over his shoulder, and called out aloud:
“How there, Louie! You do um purty well; fool me some time, hey?”
Voices were heard, followed by a loud laugh; and then two men appeared, Thad having thrown on the light of his little electric torch.
“Is that Mr. Carson?” he called out, as the other approached.