It was well on toward the middle of the afternoon when they came
upon the trail of a deer. It looked to be quite fresh, and this
filled them with the hope of catching up to the game.
"We want to be mighty quiet," cautioned Snap, who was in the lead.
"The wind is uncertain and may carry the slightest sound to the deer."
"It will carry our scent, too," answered Whopper.
"That we can't help and will have to chance."
They followed the trail for fully half a mile, through something of
a hollow between the mountains. Here they came on quite a pond,
much to their surprise. The pond was filled with lilies and other
flowers, and on one side was a series of rocks leading to quite
a cliff.
"What a beautiful spot for a cabin!" cried Shep, forgetting all
about the deer, for a moment.
"Why not take some pictures?" suggested Snap. "We may not come
this way again."
The doctor's son was willing, and they took several views, one of
Whopper with his hand full of water lilies.
The trail of the deer led around the rocky elevation, and the three
young hunters were moving through some low brushwood when of a
sudden they heard a noise ahead of them.
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