CHAPTER XXIV. ON THE TRAIL.
"You're a pretty fellow, you are!"
This was the way in which Leon was greeted by his cousin the next morning when he awoke.
It was broad daylight. The hunter had arisen at the first peep of day, and the boys were alone in their room.
"What's the matter now?" asked Leon, as he sat up in bed, pulled his trousers from under his pillow, and thrust his hand into his pocket to make sure that his money was safe. "I haven't been doing anything!"
"No; you haven't made a blunder this morning, for you haven't had time; but you made two fearful ones last night," replied Frank. "What in the world induced you to tell that man that you had a pocketful of money? He is a stranger to us, and we don't know whether he is honest or not."
"Perhaps I did talk a little too much," said Leon reflectively. "But I wanted to give him to understand that, if he would let us go with him, we would be no expense to him."
"Well, another time don't be in such haste to take a person you don't know into your confidence."