Will was almost out of breath. They could see that his face was red from his exertions, but filled with excitement as well; while his eyes were, as Bluff expressed it, “sticking out of his head!”
“Oh! what a whopper!” he gasped, as he drew near the spot where they stood.
“What’s that?” demanded Frank, wondering what was coming now.
“And such tre-mendous horns, too!” continued Will, involuntarily stretching out both hands until he had them wide apart.
“Horns, Will?” Bluff fired at him; “cows have horns, deer carry antlers!”
“I said horns, didn’t I?” asserted the other with determination. “That’s what they were, sticking away up over his head that was like a mule’s. But I snapped him before he turned and trotted off!”
“What trotted off?” shrilled Bluff.
“The biggest old bull moose that ever lived in the State of Maine,” Will replied.
CHAPTER XVII—THE BIG MOOSE
“A bull moose, you say, Will?” echoed Bluff, his face lighting up with sudden energy.