"
"Oh, don't say rain!" cried Giant. "We can do without rain."
"It may not be a lasting storm, but some rain will come, mark my
words."
"I think I see the trail up the mountains," said Whopper, who was
looking through a pair of fieldglasses. "Anyway, it's path of
some kind."
The others gave a look, and all decided that Whopper was right.
Resuming their loads after the noonday repast, they started down
the hill in the direction of Windy Mountains. They had some big
bare rocks to cover, and slipped and slid over these as best they
could, and then plunged straight into a thick woods.
"Ought to be hunting here, if anywhere," observed Shep. "Looks as
if it was new ground for sportsmen."
"Beware of sink holes!" cried Whopper as he reached a rather soft
spot. "We don't want to go down as we did the other time we were
out."
"Look!" exclaimed the doctor's son as they came to a small opening
in the woods. "Deer, or I'll eat my cap!"
He pointed to some bushes and tender saplings growing near. The
bushes had been nibbled, and so had the bark on the saplings, showing
that some animal had been there.
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