They concluded to have a bite to eat before attempting anything further. But the cooking of the bear meat would have to be deferred until later in the day, as it would take too much time.
Feeling refreshed after their meal, the boys announced themselves ready to undertake any further business.
Max, Steve, and Toby were to take that four-mile tramp after the venison that had been left behind on their former trip.
"Seems like we're getting our share of happenings up here," remarked Steve, as he and his two chums tramped steadily on.
"Well, yes, it does look that way, Steve."
"Things come along right smart these days and nights," continued the other. "And already it's paid us for the long trip, 'cording to my calculations."
"It certainly has," admitted Max.
"With more'n a week more to come," added Steve. "And there's only one thing I feel bad about, too."
"I think I could give a guess what that is," said Max; "the bobcat."
"Hit it plumb center that time," laughed the other, as he shifted his gun to the other shoulder, for on the four-mile tramp it was beginning to feel rather heavy.