"I know. But what are they saying? It's something about those strange hunters who were seen about here once before."
Mr. Macksey, who had been summoned to the upper hall by his wife to fix a broken window, was speaking in his deep voice.
"So those fellows were around again; eh?" he asked.
"Yes, and I don't like it, Jake," Mrs. Macksey replied. "You know what it means if they kill any of the club deer. It may cost you your place here. The members of the club may say you were not careful enough."
"That's so, wife. I reckon I'd better look after those chaps. If they're trespassing on Elk Lodge I can have them arrested anyhow."
The next day was clear and calm, just right for taking pictures, and after breakfast the entire company went out on the hill where the bobsled race was to take place.
The hill had been prepared in advance by men from Elk Lodge, so that the sleds would attain good speed. The snow had been packed down, and a place made for Russ to set up his camera.
"Paul, you will steer one bob," said Mr. Pertell, as he was arranging the affair, "and Mr. Sneed will take the other."
"What, me steer a bobsled down that hill?" cried the grouchy actor, as he looked at the steep slope.
"Of course," said the manager.