Jerry clapped him on the shoulder.
“Tell me what’s to hinder a couple of us going after the old chap, Bluff?” he asked, in an eager voice.
“You’ll have to count me out of that deal,” Frank told them. “You remember that I sprained my ankle yesterday, and a long walk would lay me up. If anybody goes, it will have to be you two.”
Jerry looked at Bluff.
“I dare you!” he said.
“No need of that,” came the reply, “because I’d be willing to start after that moose alone, and follow him for a week, if I thought I could get a fair crack at him in the end.”
“Then it’s a go, Bluff?” cried Jerry, greatly pleased, for up to now he had not been given much of a chance to bring down any big game on this trip, and was secretly chafing.
They shook hands on the bargain, and so it was ratified.
“When ought we make the start?” asked Jerry impetuously.
“The sooner the better, so as to keep his lead cut down as much as we can,” he was told by Bluff, after which they both turned toward Frank, for, after all, it would be from this quarter that the signal to start must eventually come.