They whirled around and found themselves facing Tom Parry, who had crept up to see that the boys got into no trouble.
"You here?" demanded Tad Butler sharply.
"I am that. Think I could let you boys go off with a couple of guns to hunt wild animals? Not without Tom Parry—no, indeed!"
"I got him, Mr. Parry," glowed Ned. "Did you see me tumble him over?"
The guide nodded good-naturedly.
"And Chunky missed him, even though he had a rest over Tad Butler's shoulder. Chunky can't shoot."
"Yes, I can, too," objected the fat boy.
"We'll see," replied the guide. "I am not sure whether he can shoot or not."
"What do you mean, Mr. Parry!" asked Walter. "Chunky shot at the animal and missed it, didn't he?"
"What kind of an animal was it?" interjected Ned.