"Straight into the woods from the shack!" came back the reply.
"We're coming to you!" called Frank, still puzzled to know what it all meant.
"I wonder what he has dropped into now?" speculated Bluff as he trotted along at the heels of his leader.
"Sounds as if he wanted us to come to him, all right. Keep your gun ready, Bluff, for there's no telling but what you may need it," Frank went on.
"It's in apple-pie shape for business at the old stand. Jerry laughs at it, but before now he's found that it could help a fellow out of a hole. Suppose you try him again?"
Bluff's suggestion was a good one, and Frank raised his voice in a shout. This time the answer came from a point closer at hand. Still, although they were peering eagerly through the dense foliage, they could see nothing out of the way.
"This beats the Dutch! Where under the sun can the fellow be?" said
Bluff, after they had gone still further.
"What's that?" asked Frank suddenly, pointing.
"I declare if it doesn't look some like a dead deer, a little fellow, too; perhaps a fawn," came from Bluff as he hurried forward.
"No, it's a full-grown deer, all right, and just killed, too. They run very small down here, you know. But that doesn't tell us where our chum is, even if he shot the game, and had to fire three times in order to down it," declared Frank.