[CHAPTER VIII—AGAIN ON THE TRAIL]
“Here’s about where I stood when I heard something rushing off, and looked just in time to get a peek at the moose.”
As he said this Ethan pointed down to where the marks of his snow-shoes could be plainly seen.
“Now lead me to where you saw the moose, which I take it must have been over there in that direction,” remarked Phil.
“As sure as you live,” declared the other; “and I guess you knew that from the way my tracks set, eh, Phil?”
“Just what I did look at the first thing,” confessed the other.
Presently they were bending over the trail in the deep snow which showed where the alarmed moose had gone plunging off.
“It’s a moose, all right,” Phil admitted, without much delay.
“Can you tell if it was a bull?” asked the other.
“Well, not from the tracks. Did you happen to notice any horns on the beast?” was what Phil inquired.