“Then you think we had better just keep on and hunt?”
Bob was about to reply in the affirmative when suddenly the sound of a rifle shot rang through the forest.
“Listen.”
“Remington 38,” Jack declared.
“And not very far away either.”
He had hardly spoken when two more shots came close together and from nearly the opposite direction.
“They’re on both sides of us whoever it is,” Jack said.
“Right, and the all important question is whether it’s someone hunting or were those shots signals.”
“It’s closed season for hunting,” Jack reminded him.
“I know, but I have an idea that that don’t bother the natives up here a whole lot. I guess they hunt about when they’ve a mind to law or no law.”