The Outdoor Chums After Big Game - Or, Perilous Adventures in the Wilderness by Captain Quincy [pseud.] Allen
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you," said Jerry, as he shouldered his portion of the load.
So they returned to camp. "What's this?" said Mr. Mabie as they came filing in. "Back already, and only out two hours? Got some meat, too, I see. That's good. Such appetites as you boys are developing threaten to eat us out of house and home soon, unless we eke out with game. Who cut up the elk?" "The boys all took a hand. They wanted to learn," smiled Reddy. "I kind of thought they had," nodded the stockman, who could easily see that it was not the work of an experienced hand. Bluff failed to catch the twinkle of humor in the other's eyes. "Yes, and I could have made even a better job if I'd had the knife along I foolishly went and left at home," he remarked disconsolately, whereat Jerry, Will and Frank exchanged looks, and shrugged their shoulders, but said nothing; for in a case of that kind words are useless. They were all very enthusiastic that night over the feast. The cook had dutifully pounded the steaks before placing the same on the fire, so that if they seemed tough it was not his fault. The meat, however, was sweet and tasty; and besides, with hunger serving as the best-known sauce, who could complain? Bluff kept on the lookout for the mate of his panther, but if the old fellow was prowling around he had more discretion than to show himself |
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