"I don't feel like going much further," said Snap. "I think we ought to go, back. See, it is starting in to snow," he added, as the flakes began to fall.
The four boy hunters held a consultation, which almost ended in a quarrel. Whopper was determined to go ahead after the deer and so was Shep, while Snap and Giant insisted upon returning to the camp.
"I'll tell you what's let do," said Whopper. "Two of us can go on and two go back. That's fair."
"And the two to go back can take the game to camp," added Shep. "There is no use of our carrying it with us. And, besides, if we get a deer, that will be a big load for us."
"Aren't you afraid of a big snow coming on?" questioned Snap.
"Oh, this snow won't amount to anything," declared the doctor's son.
"Perhaps it will."
Snap and Giant took possession of all the game, and turned over to
Shep and Whopper the lunch that had been brought along.
"We can get what we want when we reach camp," said Snap. "And you may need this before you get back."
"If I were you I wouldn't stay out too late," cautioned Giant. "If you do, you may lose your way in the dark."