Earl grinned.
"If I had met him," he went on, "I guess I'd do something about it. I guess I'd think he was a pretty grand old guy, standing up to fight for his kind. I'd probably look him over and pray for mercy, and get the hell out of his domain. If I hunted again next year, I'd either find new territory, or prepare to get myself killed."
Norm Boody looked solemn.
"Well, I ain't much for hunting myself," he admitted. "But if I did like to hunt, and I believed a story like that, I'd leave my gun at home when I went into the woods. Ain't that the general idea?"
Roy Starr said weakly:
"Gosh, I'm getting awfully weak already. How about a shot of snakebite medicine."
Glenn found a half bottle and passed it around.
"Might as well finish it. My wife-to-be says I gotta stop drinking as soon as we're married."
"And where are you hunting next year, Larson," Robinson asked.
Larson grinned.