"Well, enough is enough," said Whopper. "I think, all told, we have had the best luck possible."
"Even if we didn't get a silver deer."
"That's so—-I forgot about that deer. Well, he will keep for another time, eh, fellows?"
"That's right."
It was shortly after noon that they turned into Lake Cameron and landed near the mouth of that body of water. All were hungry, and partook readily of the lunch that had been brought along.
"Now, what's the next part of the programme?" asked Giant, looking at Snap.
"I don't think it will be advisable for us to show ourselves to the Felps crowd," answered the leader of the gun club.
"Oh, let us do a little scout work!" said Whopper. "We can easily hide the boat and get around to the camp on foot."
The matter was talked over while they ate their mid-day meal, and at the conclusion of the repast they shoved the rowboat with its load into a cove and under some overhanging brushwood. Then, taking only their guns and game-bags and some provisions, they set off for their first camping spot on foot.
"We must be on our guard," cautioned Snap.