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.

"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