“I hope so,” muttered Jerry rather disconsolately.
Then his face suddenly lighted up, as with the coming of an idea. Jerry was always a great hand for conceiving plans on the spur of the moment. Sometimes they had a germ of good in them, and again they only aroused the laughter of his comrades.
“Oh, Bluff, I’ve just thought of something!” he exclaimed, lowering his voice a little, because he was afraid that one of the advancing sportsmen might overhear.
“Shucks! Is that so, Jerry,” remarked the other, who as a rule did not have a great deal of faith in anything Jerry conceived. “Then hurry up and let’s hear what it is.”
“They’re three, and we only count two, all told,” Jerry began.
“Tell me something new!” muttered the other impatiently.
“And maybe if Frank and Will were along they wouldn’t feel so bossy, because the tables would be turned then, four against three.”
“But our chums are a good many miles from here,” interposed Bluff, with fine scorn.
“Yes; but you see the men don’t know that!” said Jerry.
“Hey! Do you mean we might pull the wool over their eyes and make out we had backing near by? Is that what you’re aiming at?”