" He always took his dinner at noon, having no
use for "lunch" at any time.
On and on over the smooth plains the party galloped, and by the middle
of the forenoon reached the river.
"No use in stopping for a mess of fish, I suppose," said the senator's
son, wistfully.
"You can catch 'em up in the hills just as well," answered the cowboy.
"Sweeter, too, maybe," he added. Many fishermen think that the higher up
a stream you go for fish, the sweeter they are to the taste.
The cowboy had certainly set a smart pace, but none of the boys
grumbled, for they were as anxious as he to reach the mountains and look
for game.
"Of course you can keep your eyes open around here," he said, as they
galloped along. "But you won't see much, I'm afraid."
"I see some grouse!" cried the shipowner's son, a few minutes later. "We
might bring some of those down and cook them for supper. We won't want
to wait to do it for dinner."
He pointed to some grouse far away, and all agreed that the fowls would
make good eating. They rode behind some bushes, tied their horses, and
went forward with caution. All fired together, and when the smoke
cleared away they saw that four of the game had been laid low. The rest
had flown away, and to follow them would have been useless.
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