“I never saw more beautiful views,” said he, as he came to a halt at a point where the path overlooked the sparkling lake. “Every turn is beautiful enough to drive an artist crazy. I wish I could paint. I’d like to spend the whole summer doing some of these scenes.”
“We’ve got to pay more attention to taking pictures, Spouter,” answered Randy. “A nice collection of photos will give us something to remember this outing by.”
As they walked through the woods they started up some small game, but did not attempt to do any shooting, not being certain in regard to the game laws. Besides, they knew that a shot would frighten the bear if it was anywhere in that vicinity. They had small cameras along and occasionally stopped to snap a picture or two.
Presently they reached the rocky point where the bear had been seen. They approached cautiously, thinking that bruin might possibly be in sight. But nothing came to view.
“I bet this is a good cove for fishing,” remarked Fred. “I’m quite sure I saw some fish stirring around over there just now.”
“Well, we’re not out for fish now,” answered Gif. “We want to get on the trail of Mr. Bear if we can.”
Leaving the point of rocks, the six cadets plunged into the woods, following a trail which they knew must have been made by wild animals. As they advanced they spread out a little to the right and to the left, always, however, keeping within sight of each other.
“We’ve got to do that,” cautioned Jack. “Otherwise some of us may get lost, and it would be a serious business to get lost in such a thick woods as this is.”
“It certainly is an ideal spot for wild animals,” said Spouter. “I wonder if there are any deer here?”
“Sure!” answered Gif. “But whether we’ll see any or not is another story.”