"Going into a panic; in other words, getting rattled when you realize that you are lost."
"Is it anything like buck fever when you are trying to shoot at an animal?" asked Rector.
"About the same thing."
"That's what Ned had when he shot the rope off the bear the other day," piped Stacy.
"I didn't," expostulated Ned.
"Master Stacy is right at that, I guess," laughed Vaughn. The guide raised his voice in a signal to the camp. "There is Charlie John," he said.
The Indian came down to the shore of the lake upon hearing the call. He made out the party in a moment, though they had halted in the shadows of the trees to see if he would discover them. Charlie did.
"Indians have sharp eyes," said Tad.
"Yes, even the half-breeds," agreed Cale.
"Hold my gun. I'm going to swim it," announced Tad.