"A coyote."
"I thought it was a wolf," muttered Stacy Brown. "How many of them was there?"
"Only one, you ninny. And I shot him," scoffed Ned.
"We'll go down the hill and find the one you got, Master Ned," decided the guide, moving away, followed by the rest of the party.
No sooner had they started than they heard Professor Zepplin, down in the camp, shouting to know what the shooting meant.
"It's all right, Professor," called the guide. "The boys have been shooting up some wild game. You'll be surprised when you see what they got."
Down the hillside sprang the enthusiastic lads.
"Remember, you're all barefooted," warned the guide. "You don't want to pick up any more cactus thorns."
"Were you here then?" demanded Tad, glancing up sharply.
"I was with you from the time you left the camp."