CHAPTER V.
MOOSEHEAD EXPRESS.
“A moose!”
“Cricky! Isn’t he a fine one?”
“Him plenty big!”
The first exclamation was from Merriwell, the second from Bruce Browning, the third from John Caribou, the guide.
The three were in a canoe, which had been creeping along the wooded shore of a narrow arm of Lily Bay.
“Reach me the camera,” whispered Merriwell.
The camera was at Browning’s feet and was quickly handed up.
John Caribou was sitting in one end of the canoe as silently as an image of bronze.