Frank was distressed.
"I hope they're really big enough to forage for themselves. If there's
anything I dislike it's to shoot bird or beast that has young depending
upon it. Perhaps the old male may look after them," he suggested.
"Well," smiled Mr. Mabie, "I hardly think that will prove to be the
case; at least they don't, as a rule. But I've got an idea the cubs are
of a good size, and can find some means of subsisting. For my part, I
wouldn't care if every panther in the Northwest were rubbed out. I've no
love for the sly beasts. They've robbed me of more than one fine calf, I
can tell you."
After breakfast a hunt was organized.
"We ought to get an elk before leaving up here," said the stockman as
they prepared to go forth again in a squad; "and as this will be our
last day in camp by the falls, we must look sharp."
"Then we make tracks to-morrow?" asked Frank.
"Hardly that, since we go by water. You've seen the three bullboats
yonder. We send our tents and all other things around with the horses,
while we shoot the rapids, and enjoy the most exhilarating boat ride you
ever dreamed of.
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