"Looks kind of desolate, eh?" remarked Bob, as they began descending a gentle incline.
"Don't make much noise, fellows," he cautioned, "or we'll scare the rabbits away."
"We ought to strike bigger game than that," said Sam; "and there's a hawk on the hunt for something, too."
He waved his hand toward a bird soaring far above.
Soon the base of the hill was reached, and they kept on through a thickly timbered valley.
"Rabbit tracks everywhere, yet we haven't had a glimpse of one," said Bob.
"It only needs a little patience. A good hunter always has that."
"Hello, there goes a rabbit!" sang out Dick, suddenly.
From behind a mass of bushes the animal leaped, then over a fallen tree to an open stretch, across which it dashed.
Dick quickly raised his gun. A sharp report rang out, and the rabbit fell in its tracks.