“That is what they call it.”
“The Devil seems to be having a good time of it,” Peter said. “He’s had us on the hip all night.”
“We were in camp, father and I, about half way to the cut,” Tony said, “and heard your shots a spell ago. What did you kill?”
Briefly the boys told the story of the night, and then Peter asked:
“Why didn’t you answer the shots?”
“We were stalking jaguars,” was the reply, “and did not want to lose our game. The woods are full of them, for some reason, this spring.”
“Did you get them?”
“No; I guess the ones you got were the ones we were after.”
“Then I’m glad we got them, for we’ll divide the skins with you.”
“Then, a little while ago, I saw your smoke signal and read it to Dad, and he told me to come out and bring you to camp for breakfast.”