"Let us take
a look around."
The others were willing, and slowly and cautiously they made their way
among the cedars and the big rocks, exposing themselves as little as
possible, and speaking only in a whisper. They had the rifles and
shotguns ready for action.
Half an hour's search took them to another dent in the mountain side.
Here the grass was extra thick and inviting and a spring of water flowed
quietly over the rocks.
"That's an ideal spot for a camp," said Phil to Dave, as they halted to
view the scene.
Dave did not answer, for he had seen something moving in the bushes
close to the water. He pointed in silence, and all gazed in the
direction. Slowly a magnificent pair of antlers arose behind the bushes.
"One of the elk!" whispered Sid Todd.
"And there is the other!" came from Roger, and pointed to a rock twenty
yards beyond the bushes.
"Now, boys, be careful," directed the cowboy. "This is the chance of
your lives. Divide up the game to suit yourselves. I won't shoot unless
I see the elk getting away from you."
The chums consulted among themselves, and Roger and Phil decided to aim
at the elk nearest to them.
"Then I'll aim at the elk near the rock," said Dave. "I think I've got
the best rifle anyway," he added.
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