"Oh, let us look around a little longer," pleaded Giant.
To please the small member of the Gun Club, the others remained in that vicinity for quarter of an hour longer, looking in every possible direction for the deer. But the animals had made themselves scarce, and that was the end of it.
"Too bad!" sighed Whopper. "I thought we'd get a full dozen this time!"
They had stirred up absolutely nothing in the way of game, and so retraced their steps without firing a single shot. Nobody felt in particularly good humor, and the walk back to camp was a rather silent one.
"Might better have kept at fishing," grumbled Whopper.
"What did you get?" asked Shep, who had not taken time to look at the catch.
"Oh, we've got enough for several meals."
"That's good."
"I hooked one big fish, but he got away."
"The big fish always do," remarked Snap, significantly.