The light was so uncertain that, old and keen-eyed hunter that he was, Cody was not at all sure it was the caribou they saw.
“Don’t make a mistake, Dick,” he murmured.
“What mistake? The mistake of letting the critter git away?” cried the young man, exasperated.
“Many a man has been shot from overeagerness in the chase,” said the scout warningly.
“Why, that’s no man!”
“A big buck standing head on in the brush like this one, looks just like a man in black clothes—don’t you see?”
“It does look like a man,” admitted Danforth. “I’ll remember that, Bill. But we know well enough that this is a caribou.”
“Do we?”
“Of course! Confound you, Bill——”
Suddenly a sharp whistle issued from the scout’s lips. Dick Danforth swore out loud and jerked his gun to his shoulder. But the scout grabbed his arm.