They had moved away from the tents so that the sound of their voices should not arouse the sleeping men there.
"Two guns will be enough. We're not so liable to hit each other if only two of us have them."
"Who is going to shoot?" demanded Walter.
"What's the matter with Ned and Chunky?"
That suited all concerned.
"You'd better hurry. The animals have stopped howling," advised Tad.
Ned and Stacy ran lightly to their tents, returning quickly with their rifles. Stacy bore the handsome telescope rifle that he had won in a pony race during their exciting trip through the Ozark Mountains. Even in the moonlight one could see a long distance with the aid of the telescope on the gun's barrel.
"See the brutes?" asked Stacy, with bated breath.
"No, nor hear them, either," answered Walter.
"I'll tell you what we'd better do," suggested Tad.