"Thanks!" he said, rather dully. "We have lost the deer."
"We have used two shells," said Deering. "Let's get up."
They got up, and at the top Jimmy put his hand to his waist.
"Hello! Where's my belt?"
"Now I think about it, when I held you up I felt something give. I guess the buckle was pulling out. Well, we ought to see the brown leather."
They did not see it and Jimmy said, "All the cartridges I had are gone. How many have you got?"
"Twelve," said Deering, rather grimly. "Anyhow, I'm not going down again."
Jimmy nodded. He thought the belt had gone over the cliff.
"I brought about six pounds of pork from the camp."
"My load's flour, desiccated fruit, and a few cans of meat. Looks as if we had got to eat salmon."