While the three stood near the carcase they were busy re-loading their guns, for the brothers, as well as Jack, had been taught that that was the first duty after discharging their weapons.
Naturally the boys were in high spirits over their adventure, which had ended without harm to any one of the company.
"It seems to me," said George, "that we can find all the fun we want by following this path to the lick."
"It looks to me," added Jack, "as though we may find more than we want."
"Not unless we meet more buffaloes," remarked Will, with a sly glance at Jack, whose face flushed.
"I wouldn't mind having one of them, for it will soon be dinner time, and their meat is good at this season."
"There may be others along the path, and then you can run out and scare one to death."
"To do that," retorted Jack, "I would have to run as fast as you did when the bear was at your heels."
"But hardly as fast as you ran when you missed your shot and got up the tree just in time."
"Any boy that will run from a wounded bear will run from a buffalo bull when he has his head down and is coming for him: I think one is as bad as the other."