“I don’t think there’s much use going any further,” Dick resumed after an interval of silence. “I don’t want to leave Sandy alone too long.”
They were just about to turn back when something attracted Toma’s keen eyes.
“Stop heap quick!” ejaculated Toma under his breath.
“What is it?”
“Think um fox. Him watch us from top big rock up there.”
“Oh, I see him now,” Dick replied eagerly. “He’s only about a hundred yards off, too. We need that pelt. Let’s both get a bead on him.”
Quietly the two knelt on their snowshoes and leveled their rifles. Crack! Crack! the rifle shots echoed in the hills.
The fox leaped high in the air, and ran like a streak toward the top of the slope where he had been sighted.
“Let him have it again!” cried Dick, firing rapidly.
Toma’s reloading lever was working as fast as Dick’s and a veritable hail of lead was kicking up the snow about the fleeing fox.