"Same here," came from Bluff.
"Then go!"
There followed a crash of firearms. Instantly confusion broke out among
the little herd of feeding elk. One was down, another went limping off,
to fall as Frank sent in a second hasty shot; while the balance fairly
flew off in their fright.
"Hurrah!" shouted the hunters, as they saw that they had met with
splendid success, since two of the big animals had fallen to their guns.
Bluff looked grimly disappointed.
"I hit my buck, for I saw him go down on his knees," he asserted
moodily.
"Oh, that ain't anything. An elk often runs off with several bad wounds.
I only hope he don't die in the woods somewhere," said Reddy, examining
the tracks of those that had escaped.
"Will it pay us to follow them up and see if Bluff's buck fell?" asked
Frank, more to please his chum than because they needed the game.
"Nope. The buck runs like he wasn't even hurt much. No ketchin' up with
them fellers after that riot call. We'd best pay attention to what we've
got, and return to camp," replied the guide; and Bluff shrugged his
shoulders, saying:
"But I hit him, anyhow, I'll tell you that, fellows.
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