“I reckon that will be about it if I don’t see some game to shoot at,” replied Hippy a little soberly.
“Raisins and hard tack for a man with an appetite like mine,” groaned Stacy. “You might as well feed a bricklayer on angel food and expect him to smack his lips and pat his stomach with heavenly satisfaction. This is too much, and too much is enough.”
“If you folks will camp here I will go out and see if I cannot scare up some game,” suggested Hippy.
“I do not believe you will find anything worth while at this altitude,” said Tom Gray. “It is a condition that I have feared we should meet. I—”
“You no savvy game?” interjected the Chinaman.
“No, Smith,” replied Hippy. “We savvy plenty appetite, but we no savvy anything with which to satisfy it. If I could sight a deer—”
“Me savvy deer. Me show buck in lelet,” cried Woo, gesticulating excitedly.
“What kind of heathen talk is that?” wondered Emma.
“‘Buck in lelet!’” mocked Stacy.
Hippy was eyeing the guide inquiringly, knowing very well that Woo had something in mind.