ing as peacefully as could be. Now I don't see 'em anywhere," continued the cowboy, mournfully.
"It's too bad!" murmured Dave. "Maybe you would have done better if you had fired on them."
"I wanted you lads to have a chance."
"Perhaps they are still in this vicinity," suggested Roger. "Let us take a look around."
The others were willing, and slowly and cautiously they made their way among the cedars and the big rocks, exposing themselves as little as possible, and speaking only in a whisper. They had the rifles and shotguns ready for action.
Half an hour's search took them to another dent in the mountain side. Here the grass was extra thick and inviting and a spring of water flowed quietly over the rocks.
"That's an ideal spot for a camp," said Phil to Dave, as they halted to view the scene.
Dave did not answer, for he had seen something moving in the bushes close to the water. He pointed in silence, and all gazed in the direction. Slowly a magnificent pair of antlers arose behind the bushes.
"One of the elk!" whispered Sid Todd.
"And there is the other!" came from Roger, and pointed to a rock twenty yards beyond the bushes.
"Now, boys, be careful," directed the cowboy.
