Joe raised his shotgun and brought several down, intent upon leaving them at the spot until they would return to the village.
“So far, so good,” remarked Bob. “Wonder what else we’ll come across?”
“Time will tell,” Joe replied.
On and on they trekked, keeping a sharp lookout on all sides. Once Bob lost his footing and went sprawling on the ground.
“Better be more careful,” warned Joe.
Suddenly there came a loud snort, and the youths were on the alert at the instant.
Gripping their guns tightly, they stopped and waited.
Again it came, and the next minute they caught sight of a wild pig, or peccary, rustling the tall grass not far away.
“Keep still,” whispered Bob, raising his rifle. “Maybe I can get him. Then we can have meat—and his hide as a specimen.”
Several moments Bob spent in taking careful aim. Then he pulled the trigger.