"Guess my luck is going against me," he said, and the boys were very ready to believe it ill fortune instead of lack of ability.
They had been fishing about an hour and a half, when a loud call from Carl attracted their attention. The Indian had been scouring the ground for evidence of game, and had probably found something.
"Come here, fellows," he shouted, "you've got enough fish for dinner."
They all came running over, and examined a freshly dug hole he had found.
"Now, Boy Scouts, what's that?" asked Hawke, his eyes twinkling.
Tender Gray studied it seriously for a few minutes, and then announced:
"Looks like a shepherd dog might have done it."
"I don't know much about wild animal prints," said Fred, "but I suppose it was a bear."
"That's a grizzly's trick," said Carl. "He's been digging a root for his breakfast."
"A grizzly," gasped Tender Gray.