With nothing else to do, the three boys dismounted, tethered their
steeds, and walked slowly and cautiously to the edge of the ravine. The
ground was very uneven, and treacherous holes were numerous.
"You would think there would be a lot of game around here," was Dave's
comment. "But so far I haven't seen a thing."
"I think the cattle and the cowboys have scared the animals away,"
answered Roger. "For hunting we'll have to go where it is even wilder
than this--Todd said so."
"My, but this air is the finest ever!" cried Phil. "I declare, it makes
me feel young!"
"As if he were old!" protested the senator's son. "But the air is
great!" he added.
"I know what it does to me," declared Dave. "Makes me mighty hungry."
"Same here," answered the shipowner's son. "I think I could eat about
six square meals a day. When we go out hunting, for a full day or more,
we mustn't forget to take plenty of food along."
"Oh, we'll eat what we shoot, Phil," said Dave, with a wink at Roger.
"They always do that out West, you know."
"Huh! And if we don't shoot we can starve, eh? Not much! I'm going to
take plenty of good things along when I go out."
"I wonder if we'll see much of Link Merwell," said Roger, after a pause.
"I don't want to see him," answered Dave.
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