"Then I will give the word of command. By your right, march! And if I ever come out buffalo-hunting in the Jersey wilds again, may the Lord forgive me."
The three men marched disconsolately toward the house, and arranged among themselves to say that they had encountered a band of Indians, who, after a severe fight, overpowered them by the sheer force of numbers.
"Let me tell the story," exclaimed Mole, "and you corroborate all I say."
"Good!" cried the captain and Mr. Twinkle.
"I don't mind a little romancing," continued Mole. "It comes naturally to me, and I know it requires an effort on your part, gentlemen."
The sportsmen smiled and quickened their pace, as they were anxious to reach the homestead, and enjoy the good things which they felt sure Mr. Van Hoosen would regale them with.
When they arrived at the house, they were met at the door by Alfred, Jack and Harvey.
"What sport did you meet with, sir?" asked Harkaway.
"Splendid, my dear boy," replied Mr. Mole. "You missed it."
"Is that so?"