“Sure,” replied his chum.
It was difficult to get the ram back to camp, but they managed it by constructing a sort of litter from saplings, and having the horses pull it with ropes, dragging it along behind them. They found on their arrival that the others had not yet reached camp, and sat down to wait for them.
Presently Long Gun, Nat and Bony came in.
“Where’s Budge?” asked Jack.
“Why, he went off shooting jack-rabbits,” explained Nat. “He said he’d be over near the river, down by the tall pine. He seems to like to pop over those rabbits better than going after big game.”
“I’ll take a walk down there and tell him to come in to supper,” said Jack. “Come on, Nat. I guess we had all the luck to-day, Sam.”
This was true, for Long Gun and the others had not been able to shoot anything.
AtAs Jack and Nat advanced toward the river, which was about half a mile from camp, Nat suddenly called out:
“What’s that smell?”