“I do.”
“What for?”
“I don’t know, excepting that something must have scared him—some rabbits in the brush, or something like that.”
Once more the two young hunters pushed forward, the trail now leading among some rocks, where walking was anything but agreeable. In some places there were sharp brambles which scratched them not a little.
“Henry, that buffalo didn’t come this way for nothing,” whispered Dave.
“Just what I think. He was scared, and scared good and proper too. I wish I knew what did it.”
“Can there be any other hunters around here?”
“That isn’t impossible. A number of the men who were at the fort have gone away in the last few days. Some of them may be in this vicinity.”
“If they are I trust we shoot that buffalo first.”
They now reached another rise of ground, beyond which was a depression encircled by bushes and rocks. As they mounted the rise they heard a peculiar snort.