"Just think of it, Dave, two elk! Isn't that
something to be proud of?"
"I think so," answered Dave, his face beaming.
"I suppose the other elk is dead," said Phil. "But we'd better go back
and make sure."
"We don't want to leave this here," said Roger, wistfully. "That other
hunter might come along and claim him."
"I'll go back to where we left Todd, and you can watch this elk," said
Dave. "I'll ask Todd what we had best do with both animals."
"Can you find the way?" questioned Phil.
"I think so."
Reloading his rifle, Dave set off for the spot where they had left the
cowboy and the first elk. For a few minutes he followed the back trail
with ease, then, almost before he was aware, he became mixed up and
scarcely knew in what direction to turn.
"I suppose I might call out, or fire my rifle," he mused. "But if I do
that the others may think I am in trouble."
Looking around carefully, Dave set off once more, and presently reached
a spot that looked familiar. On the ground he could see footprints and
these he commenced to follow. But in a few minutes he found himself in a
thicket he was sure he had never seen before.
"I am mixed up, and no mistake," he murmured, his face falling. "I
shouldn't have been so sure of myself at the start.
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