“Make camp soon now,” said Leo. “Good place. Plenty slide not far.”
Indeed, within half a mile the men threw off their packs at a grunted word or so from Leo, and at once began to make their simple preparations for a camp. It was now almost noon, and all the party were well tired, so that a kettle of tea seemed welcome.
“Which way do we hunt from here, Leo?” inquired Uncle Dick, as they sat on a rock at the comfortable little bivouac they had constructed.
“Walk one mile,” answered Leo, “go around edge this mountain here. Come little creek there, three, four good slides. We kill ’um bear last spring. Camp here, so not get too close.”
After a time they were all ready for the hunt, but Leo seemed unhappy about something.
“You s’pose them boy go along?” he inquired of the leader.
“They surely do,” was the answer. “That’s what we came here for.”
“Even those small leetle boy?”
“Even those small leetle boy, yes, Leo. You don’t need to be uneasy—you and I can take care of these boys if they show they can’t take care of themselves. How about that, Moise?”