“Well, I guess we can’t afford to take a chance and find out. Our best bet is to keep out of sight all we can.”
“You said it.”
By this time they were ready to start. No more shots were heard as they struck off toward the west traveling slowly so as to favor Bob’s leg.
“Oh, by the way, Bob, did you find a boundary stone around here anywhere? I hunted nearly an hour for it yesterday and couldn’t find it.”
“Yes. There was one only about a dozen feet from where that trap was. I found it just before I stepped into it.”
“Then we’re on the track.”
“Jack, I’ve got another hunch.”
“Hope it isn’t the same breed as the last one,” Jack laughed.
“No, I think this is an honest to goodness one.”
“All right then, spring it. What is it?”