"Oh, yes," answered the boy laughing. "I saw pretty much everything but deer and bear. But I saw a deer trail."
"You did?"
"Yes, sir."
"Where?"
"About half the way out. He crossed my trail and went into the canebrake to the north."
"Probably an old trail," nodded Lilly.
"No, sir, it was a fresh trail made since the rain. I could see that plainly. It was a buck, too, and I think I should like to get a shot at him. Do they have regular runways down here?"
"Yes, unless they are chased. Have all the rest of you boys got scents like deerhounds, eh?"
"I have," answered Stacy promptly. "Why, I can put my nose to a trail and follow it until the deer drops dead from fatigue. I probably am the best all-around deer-chaser in the country. You set me on a trail and see what happens."
"I can tell you what would happen," answered Rector. "You'd get lost in less than ten minutes."