"They are gone!" murmured Roger, as his eyes discovered that the top of the hill was abandoned.
"I"ll crawl forward and take a look," said Todd. "Keep quiet now, or we won"t git nuthin"."
The cowboy disappeared over the top of the hill, crawling forward on his hands and knees. He was gone fully ten minutes--a time that to the boys, just then, seemed like an age. They looked to their weapons, to see that the firearms were ready for use.
Presently Dave, who was on the watch, saw Todd arise in a clump of bushes on the other side of the hilltop. He was beckoning for the boys to advance. One hand he held over his mouth, to enjoin silence.
With their hearts beating more rapidly than usual, the three young hunters wormed their way over the top of the hill and joined the cowboy.
In silence Todd pointed to a distance below them. There, on a sort of cliff on the hillside, were the deer, ten in number, grazing peacefully.
"Oh, what a shot!" whispered Dave, and his eyes brightened as he swung his gun into position.
"Wait!" said Todd, in a whisper. "I"ll take the one on the right. You take the one on the left."
"I"ll take the one close to the tree," whispered the senator"s son.
"And I"ll take the one by the big rock," added Phil.
"All right," agreed the cowboy. "Now, remember, if some are only wounded, shoot at "em again, any one of you. And be quick, for they"ll streak it like greased lightning as soon as the guns go off."
All took aim with care, resting their gun-barrels on the bushes before them. Then the cowboy gave the order to fire.
As if by instinct the deer looked up just as the order to fire was given. They were fairly close to hand and afforded good targets for the hunters. The firearms rang out almost simultaneously, and two of the deer leaped into the air, to fall back dead. The others started to run, some jumping from the top of the cliff to the rocks far below. Again the weapons were discharged, and this time a third deer fell. The fourth was badly wounded and toppled down in a split of the cliff.
"Hurrah! we"ve got "em! We"ve got "em!" cried Phil, and commenced to leap about in pure joy.
"We"ve got "em--to get!" answered Sid Todd. "But you did well--all of you!" he added, admiringly.
"How are we to get down to the cliff?" questioned Roger, anxiously.
"The deer got down--we had better follow their trail," answered Dave.
They made an examination, and presently found a run leading to one end of the cliff. The walking was dangerous and they had to be careful, for fear of going further than intended. But inside of a quarter of an hour all were standing where the deer had stood. They found three of the game dead and quickly put the fourth out of its misery.
"This is worth coming for," declared Dave, with pride.
"It is indeed--even if we don"t get anything else," added Phil.
"But we are going to get more," cried Roger, the fever of the hunter taking possession of him. "Just wait till we strike an elk, or a bear!"
"No more hunting this day," sang out Todd. "Time we take care of these animals and make a camp it will be dark."
CHAPTER XXVII
THE MOUNTAIN LION
"What are we to do with so much venison?" questioned the senator"s son.
"We can"t eat it, and it seems a shame to allow it to go to waste."
"I wish we could send some to the ranch," said Dave. "I"d like the girls to know how lucky we have been the first day out."
"If you wanted to stay here and camp for a day, I could take some of the game to the ranch," said Sid Todd.
"But it is such a ride," argued Phil. "We don"t want to impose on good nature."
"I won"t mind the ride. But can you boys take care of yourselves while I am gone?"
"To be sure we can," answered Dave.
"Then I"ll take three of the deer with me and come back as soon as I can. One deer will be all you will need," answered Sid Todd.
To get the deer from the cliff they had to use a long lariat the cowboy had brought with him. By this means the game was hoisted to the hilltop. Then they "toted" their loads down to where they had left their horses.
"I"ll take two of the hosses, if you don"t mind," said the cowboy, and it was agreed that he should take Dave"s animal along with his own. He decided to start for the ranch that night, stating he would camp at the spot where they had had dinner.
The boys found a locality that pleased them, and there erected the tent and started a campfire. The frying-pan had been recovered from where it had landed and restored to the outfit. Before leaving them, Todd showed the boys how to skin the deer and cut up the meat.
For a little while after they were left alone the chums felt somewhat lonely. They piled the wood on the fire, thereby creating a lively blaze, and fixed themselves a substantial meal of venison steak, flapjacks and coffee, and took their time over the repast. By the time they had finished, night had fallen over the hills and mountains, and one by one the stars showed themselves in the heavens.
"This certainly is Lonesomehurst!" was the comment of the shipowner"s son, as he gazed around the camp. "When you really get to think of it, it gives one the shivers!"
"Then don"t think about it," answered Dave. "Let us be cheerful and tell ghost stories. I know a dandy story--about four travelers who were murdered in some lonely mountains by brigands, and----"
"You shut up!" cried Roger. "Don"t you want a fellow to sleep to-night?"
"But I thought you wanted me to tell a story," went on Dave, innocently.
"I don"t want to listen to such a story as that!"
"Nor do I!" added Phil. "Let"s talk about schooldays, and the last game of football, or baseball, or something like that."
"If only the other fellows were here," murmured Dave. "Shadow Hamilton, and Buster Beggs, and Polly Vane, and Luke Watson, and----"
"Luke could give us a tune on his banjo," put in the senator"s son.
"Yes, and Shadow would tell funny stories, not ghost stories," added Phil.
"We"ll have a story or two to tell, when we get back to Oak Hall,"
continued Dave. "I wish we could have had one of the deer stuffed for the museum."
"Too late now. But maybe we"ll get another," answered Phil.
All of the boys were tired, yet it was nearly ten o"clock before any of them felt like turning in. As the night wore on the place seemed to become more lonely.
"Might as well go to bed," said Dave, at last. "We need a good rest."