CHAPTER IX.
ROYAL GAME.
"I wonder how far off the lick is," said George, looking along the path, which the eye could trace for several rods.
"There is but one way of finding out," replied his brother; "and that is to follow the trail to the lick."
Jack gazed in the other direction, where the trail could be seen for a greater distance before it wound out of sight.
"The path is so plain," he said, "that I don't believe the lick can be far off."
"If we should come here early in the morning we should be likely to find more of them."
"I don't think we shall have much trouble in finding enough to keep us busy, and to give you another trial with that fine gun of yours."
Since there was reason for believing they would soon meet some of the animals of which they were talking, the boys were wise enough to act like the young hunters they claimed to be.
Will took the lead, Jack coming next, with George in the rear, all walking close together. Of course the gun of each was loaded, and, though carried over the shoulder, was ready for instant service.