CHAPTER X
IN THE RAPIDS
They left their horses in camp, in charge of Gabe, since the hunting ground was in a wild region, stretches of woodland being interspersed with rocky tracks, over which a steed would find it dangerous to travel.
"Now, don't make any more noise than you can help," cautioned Mr. Curtin. "No use telling the elk we're coming. Have you your guns loaded?"
"Yes," replied Jed. "I'm afraid mine's a pretty light rifle, though, to stop an elk."
"A small bullet, in the right place, is just as good as a large one," replied Mr. Hurd. "Now, don't talk any more than is necessary."
They proceeded with caution for two or three miles, but their most careful observation failed to disclose any elk, or smaller deer. The two boys were beginning to feel a bit disappointed, as they had set their hearts on at least getting a shot at big game.
Another mile brought no results, though Mr. Hurd said the signs of elk were growing better.
"There's been a herd here in the last few days," he said. "A big one, too, by the looks of things."