- ing, to find meat for breakfast. They went down
into the canyon, to get the rest of the loads, and the sledges—and how they managed, with their legs so weary and their stomachs so empty, Stub scarcely knew.
They heard the lieutenant shoot several times, in the distance; this helped them. He rarely missed. But he came into camp with nothing, and with his gun broken off at the breech—had wounded deer, had discovered that his gun was bent and shot crooked—then had fallen and disabled it completely.
He was exhausted—so were the others; yet he did not give up. He rested only a minute. Then he grabbed up the gun that had been stowed among the baggage. It was only a double-barreled shotgun, but had to do.
"I'll try again, with this," he said. "You can go no further; I see that. Keep good heart, my lads, and be sure that I'll return at best speed with the very first meat I secure."
"Yes, sir. We'll wait, sir. And good luck to ye," answered Terry.
Sitting numb and lax beside the baggage, they watched the lieutenant go stumbling and swerving among the cedars, until he had disappeared.
"A great-hearted little officer," Freegift remarked. "Myself, I couldn't take another step.
