s camera. Lots of people believe his way of securing pleasure
beats ours all hollow."

"Anyhow, it doesn't thin out the game," asserted Will stoutly.

Jerry stopped short to turn a look of pity on his comrade.

"Think how hungry we'd all go out in camp if we depended on your blessed
old box for supper," he suggested witheringly.

"All very true," remarked Frank as they reached the other motorcycles,
and prepared to continue their interrupted journey to the camp of the
trapper; "which is proof of what I say, that many men, many minds.
There's room for all kinds in a party."

"Yes; and nobody likes to look over my prints more than Jerry," grumbled
Will, feeling quite offended.

"Don't pay any attention to him. He doesn't mean anything by it. You
know how he likes to joke every one. Now, we're off again, boys."

Once more they made their way along the rough road. The sight of those
two unfortunates sprawling upon the ground was a lesson, warning the
riders against trying for speed under such conditions, so they made
haste slowly.

Upon arriving at the cabin home of the trapper they surprised him very
much; and when Jesse Wilcox learned the object of their visit he was
more pleased than ever.

They spent some hours with him, and even assisted in getting the evening
meal. From their long experience now the boys had become quite
proficient in this line, and were able to show old Jesse quite a few
tricks that delighted him.

With the campfire blazing merrily, they ate supper alongside his rough
cabin home. Of course, they fairly deluged him with questions about the
habits of the big game of the West, which he answered to the best of his
ability.

"Wait till we get out with Martin Mabie, fellows. He's on the ground,
and can set us straight. Jesse has been trapping these little animals
around here so long now he's a back number," joked Jerry, at which the
trapper laughed, for he was very fond of these four lads, and nothing
they said annoyed him.

As they had planned, the run home was made by moonlight. This
necessitated that they walk with their machines until the good road was
gained, below the lumber camp.

"I wonder whether those two tramps hit the high places, and got out of
this neighborhood for keeps?" Bluff was saying, after they had mounted
and were bowling along merrily toward town.

"The chances are that way. That tramp printer must be a bad sort of
chap, it seems to me, and if Hank keeps along in hi