CHAPTER IX
INTO THE RAPIDS
It was another ideal day, and the young hunters felt in the best of spirits. Whopper felt so good that presently he burst out singing an old school song, and the others joined in.
"That's all right, and very good, but if we want any game we've got to keep quiet," said the doctor's son after the song was ended.
"Right you are," answered Whopper promptly. "And as I'd rather eat later than sing now I'll shut up."
They followed the shore line of Lake Cameron, heading for the rocky watercourse that connected that body of water with Firefly Lake. The eyes of all were on the alert for game, and toward the middle of the forenoon Giant called a halt.
"I saw something in the trees yonder," he said, pointing ashore.
"Looked to me as if they might be partridge."
"Partridge would suit me first rate," answered Snap. "Let us land and try our luck."
"Making as little noise as possible they beached the rowboat and
Giant silenced the dog, not knowing what he might do while on a hunt.
"Perhaps he's a good bird dog and perhaps he isn't," he said. "We'll take no chances."