"I thought I'd show you the place where they didn't cross," was his reply, and then he broke into the merriest laughter, as well he might, for he had solved the mystery.
CHAPTER XXXII.
THE TERROR IN THE AIR.
"Do obsarve where the trail comes down to that big bowl?" asked Terry, pointing to the huge, circular cavity below them.
"Of course."
"Well, that's a mistake; that isn't the right trail."
Fred turned about, and jumped and ran back to the Devil's Punch Bowl, at a rate that threatened his neck. Stooping over, he carefully examined the path. He saw that his companion was right; the trail which they had followed to the edge of the stream was one that had been worn by animals in coming to and going from the Punch Bowl. You will admit that no better punch in the wide world could be furnished the dumb beasts than that which was thus freely given to them.
As if to confirm that which did not need confirming, a large buck at that moment appeared in the path, within a hundred feet of where Fred had straightened up, after examining the trail. He threw up his head on catching sight of the young hunter, gave one quick, inquiring stare and then whirled about and was off like a flash.