CHAPTER XXI
A WILDCAT AMONG THE HORSES
The bringing down of the grouse filled the boys with satisfaction, and
they inspected the game with much interest.
"They'll make fine eating," declared Roger.
"Let us see if we can't get some more," pleaded Phil. The "fever" of
hunting had taken possession of him.
"We'll not find much in this neighborhood," said Dave. "But I am willing
to go a little further," he added, seeing how disappointed the
shipowner's son looked.
Placing the game over their shoulders, they reloaded their weapons and
continued on through the forest, taking a trail that seemed to have been
made by wild animals. Twice they had to cross a winding brook, and at
the second fording-place Dave, who was in the rear, called a halt.
"What do you want?" questioned Roger, as he and Phil turned back.
"I want you to look at these hoofmarks," answered Dave, and he pointed
up the stream a short distance.
All passed to the locality indicated, and each youth looked at the
hoofmarks with interest. They were made by a number of horses, probably
six or eight, and though the marks were washed a little, as if by rain,
they could still be plainly seen.
"Do you think they were made by the horses that were stolen, Dave?"
questioned Phil.
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