"Glad I stopped part way," he observed, looking down, "for it's quite
some distance to the bottom, and then those rocks would have bruised me
more than a little. Yes, I agree with Bluff, there; it's better to be
born lucky than rich."
After that they saw to it that Will did not lag behind. He was not to be
trusted any more than could be helped.
Reddy was as good as his word. He eventually brought them within sight
of several feeding elk. They carried out his further directions to the
letter, and were thus enabled to approach within easy gunshot of the
unsuspicious animals.
A program had been arranged, and every one knew just what part in it he
was expected to play. Consequently, there was no confusion. Frank, Jerry
and Bluff had their chance to aim. To each was assigned a different
quarry, though after the first shot they were to fire as they pleased.
"Ready?" whispered the master of ceremonies, after Will had performed
his little, necessary operation with his camera that would produce happy
results.
"Yes," said Frank.
"Ditto!" from Jerry.
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