“How about you, Budge?” asked Jack.
“’FIkillanelkI’llbesatisfied,” was the answer.
“An elk!” exclaimed Jack. “I guess so! Why, I’d like that myself.”
“Well, I thought I might as well wish for something big while I was at it,” said Budge calmly, as he stowed away some fresh gum.
Under the guidance of Long Gun they mounted their horses and started out for their first hunt in that region. The Indian gave them some good advice about how to shoot, for going after big game was something new to them.
“If git lost, fire gun,” was the Indian’s final word of caution.
They rode on together for a mile or more, but got no sight of any game.
“I think we’d better separate,” suggested Jack. “We’ll never get anything if we stick together. Let’s try it alone. We can meet at some central point. Eh, Long Gun?”
“Hu!” grunted the Indian. “Git lost, maybe.”