“Yes,” said Teddy, “I know the man, too, and he’s about as hard a case, when drinking, as Big Gabe ever could be, from what Amos tells us. Those two men are game poachers; that is, they shoot game regardless of the close season. Perhaps they’ve knocked over the buck that upset me? That could hardly be, either, for the shots sounded too far away.”
“Anyhow, I hope our chum Amos doesn’t fall in with them,” remarked the other, as they jumped ashore, and drew the canoes up on the shelving beach.
And Teddy voiced the same wish, though not dreaming that there was any danger of such a thing happening to Amos.
CHAPTER XI
ON THE TRACK OF AMOS
When Amos failed to show up at lunch time the two boys did not think it odd.
“He’s a determined fellow, when once he starts out to do a thing,” Teddy remarked, as the two of them sat there, eating what had been provided. “And the chances are he’s had to go further to find his bee tree than he figured on. Well just put some grub aside and keep the coffee warm, because Amos does dearly love his coffee.”
“I know another fellow who gave us to understand that he’d risk his immortal soul for such fine Java as this,” laughingly remarked Dolph.