When noon came the boys had put up a couple of elk, but at such a
distance that no one but Bluff fired, and he because he knew no better.
"Do you think I wounded him?" he had the nerve to ask, whereat Jerry
looked at Frank and just smiled broadly.
"Anyhow, they ran off faster after I fired," asserted Bluff confidently.
"I should think anything would," was all Jerry said, and if there was
malice in the remark Bluff did not know it in his innocence.
While they sat down to eat the lunch they had carried along Frank called
attention to the fact that the wind had risen.
"Perhaps Mr. Mabie was right, after all, and there is a rainstorm coming
before long," suggested Will.
"Then I hope it'll have the decency to hold off until we get home," said
Bluff.
"Oh, a little wetting wouldn't hurt us. We're not made of sugar or salt.
But perhaps we'd better not go any further. We've come a long way since
breakfast. This valley seems to have no end, and it broadens out down
here, too."
"Yes; and, Frank, have you noticed how thick the trees grow, too? Why,
in some places a fat man would have trouble getting through between the
trunks," said Jerry.
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