The others gave a look, and all decided that Whopper was right.
Resuming their loads after the noonday repast, they started down the hill in the direction of Windy Mountains. They had some big bare rocks to cover, and slipped and slid over these as best they could, and then plunged straight into a thick woods.
"Ought to be hunting here, if anywhere," observed Shep. "Looks as if it was new ground for sportsmen."
"Beware of sink holes!" cried Whopper as he reached a rather soft spot. "We don't want to go down as we did the other time we were out."
"Look!" exclaimed the doctor's son as they came to a small opening in the woods. "Deer, or I'll eat my cap!"
He pointed to some bushes and tender saplings growing near. The bushes had been nibbled, and so had the bark on the saplings, showing that some animal had been there.
"I believe you are right, and if so we may get a shot," answered
Giant.
"Yes, a shot—-but not until after we have used our cameras," answered the doctor's son. "Don't forget the first object of this outing—-to get some good pictures."
"Right you are, Shep; I forgot. But we must shoot the deer—-after we have our photos."
"Better sight the game first," came from Snap.