"We shall see, we shall see," answered the guide enigmatically.
Though Stacy did not grasp the guide's meaning, he did catch a note in the tone that filled him with hope. Yet Chunky was unable to see how he could have hit anything, in view of the fact that Ned had shot the coyote.
Tom Parry strode up to the crest of the hill and began looking about, peering behind sage bush and greasewood. The boys were a little to the north of him, all hunting for they knew not what. Ned Rector had seated himself by the side of his dead coyote, stroking its rough coat proudly.
A sharp whistle from the guide attracted their attention.
"What is it?" called Tad.
"Come over here. I've got a surprise for you."
The boys obeyed on the run.
Tom Parry stood with a grin on his face, pointing a finger to the ground.
"What is it? What is it?" demanded the lads in chorus.
"Why, it's a dead animal," marveled Walter.