The next day Snap, Shep and Giant rested, while Whopper and Tommy went on a short hunt, bringing in some partridges and several squirrels. The boys took a few pictures, Snap using an extra camera that had been brought along. They now had a fine collection, of which they were exceedingly proud.
Sunday passed, and still they heard nothing from Jed Sanborn. The boys went hunting several times and brought in a variety of small game. They made a trip to the mountain-top and got several more photographs of value. Films and plates were carefully stored away in water-and-light-tight cases.
"I am sure my father will be greatly pleased when he sees what we have accomplished," said Shep. "I don't believe he thought we could do so well."
On Tuesday morning, just after breakfast, the young hunters heard somebody coming through the woods toward them. Wags set up a violent barking.
"Maybe it's Sanborn with the circus folks," said Whopper.
"Oh, what shall I do?" asked Tommy in alarm. "I don't want them to see me."
"It's the Spink crowd!" cried Giant. "Say, something must be wrong!
Look how excited they are!"
"We ought to shoot 'em—-that's what we ought to do!" they heard
Carl Dudder say loudly.
"We'll make 'em pay for the things, that's what we'll make 'em do," answered Ham Spink.
"Call off your dog, you rascals!" sang out Dick Bush, for Wags had walked toward him, barking angrily.