“Got the time, Brick?” asked Jerry.
“Yes; it’s just half-past three.”
“Well, suppose we push up the lake for another hour. By that time we’ll likely strike the sort of a camping-place we want.”
The others agreed, and Jerry led them to within twenty yards of the shore. Then they turned northward, and went on at a rapid trot.
About half a mile ahead a spit of rocky and timbered land jutted out from the shore.
“We ought to find a good place behind that,” said Hamp.
“No doubt we shall,” Jerry added.
“I hope so,” declared Brick. “I’m as hungry as a bear. I haven’t had such an appetite since the day——”
Brick never finished. He was interrupted by a crashing noise a short distance back in the forest. The sound came rapidly nearer and louder. The boys stopped, and looked at one another in alarm.
“It must be a deer,” exclaimed Jerry, “and some animal is chasing it. The wind is blowing this way. We may get a shot.”