"I don't like those chaps at all," was Shep's comment. "I am sorry they came to Firefly Lake."
"They make me sick," was the way Giant expressed himself. "And they are such dudes, too, with their fancy hunting outfits and patent fishing gear."
"And not one of them can shoot worth a cent," said Snap.
"How do you know that?"
"I saw them at the shooting-gallery one day. They couldn't make a single bull's-eye, try their best, and lots of times they didn't even hit the target."
On Friday, Shep came into camp from a walk up the lake and his face showed his excitement.
"I saw some more deer!" he cried. "Come on, all of you! It's the chance of our lives!"
This announcement filled the crowd with excitement, and soon they were asking all sorts of questions of the doctor's son. He had looked across the upper end of the lake and had seen seven or eight deer making their way along one of the mountain trails.
"We'll take to the boat and go over," said Snap. "Hurry up and get some provisions together. This may keep us out all day."
The boys set to work with a will, and in twenty minutes were ready for the trip. They kicked out the camp-fire, shut up the cabin and then leaped into the rowboat and took up the oars.