They set to work with a will to skin the deer, saving the heads just as they were. They were hard at work when a loud, drawling voice disturbed them.
“Wall, neow, jess tew look at thet!” exclaimed the voice. “Dew yeou boys mean tew say thet yeou killed the three of ’em?”
They looked around, and standing on the rocks beheld a tall, slim-built farmer, evidently of Yankee extraction, surveying the scene in wonder and admiration.
“Yes, we killed them,” replied Harry. “Pretty good for one morning’s hunt, eh?”
“Most etarnally good, young man—in fact, the best Josh Higginson hez seed in many a year. It does yeou proud, boys, take my word on it!”
“We are proud,” returned Andy, honestly.
“I came deown here tew see if I could git a shot myself, but I guess it’s tew late neow. Too bad, tew, for the old woman wuz calkerlatin’ on a bit o’ vension fer tew-morrow’s dinner.”
“You can have some and welcome,” returned Jack, quickly. “We do not wish it all, and cannot carry it to our camp on Rock Island Lake.”
“Yes, he might as well take all that is left,” added Harry. “It will only spoil here.”
“That’s so,” put in Andy and Boxy.