CHAPTER XVIII
SUCCESS AT LAST
The next day was a blue one for the boys. Apparently all their plans had been knocked sideways. The hunt, for which they had worked and waited all summer, had been nipped in the bud at the moment of success.
"Let's scout it, anyhow," suggested Fred that evening, as the downcast group huddled together on Jerry's veranda.
"What d'ye mean?" asked Dunk, uninterestedly.
"Well, make a trip up into the mountains and see what we can do," continued the easterner.
"How you going to get across that ravine?" disparaged Fly, who had been moping all day. "It's too wide even to throw a rope across."
"I could get across if you could span it with a rope ladder," said Carl.
"Maybe Herb wounded him so badly he's dead up there somewhere," Jerry went on. "You know he told us over the phone that he and Gray found some feathers about where he shot the other night."