"Well, hardly that. I am going after that deer," answered Tad with a firm compression of the lips. "You may go back to camp if you wish."
"No, sir! If there is going to he any fun you may count me in every time. But we may get lost."
"We can't get lost on that trail. By the time we have passed over it in the wake of the other man it will be plainly marked."
"How do you know there wasn't more than one?" asked Stacy.
"Because the tracks of one horse are all there are here. One man and one horse, that's all."
"Hm-m-m! But he may he a long way from here by this time."
"He cannot have gone far in this short time. Then remember, he is carrying a heavy load. No horse can travel fast in this swamp, especially when carrying a man and a deer, unless the man walked. In that case his progress would be still slower."
"Yes, but what are you going to do if you do catch up with him?" urged Chunky.
"Get my deer," answered Tad firmly.
"Let's be going," urged Stacy after a moment's reflection.