e'll have to be more careful, that's all," said Snap.

"What shall we do with the wildcats?"

"Leave them here, for all I care," answered the doctor's son.
"The skins are not much good at this time of year and after such
handling."

The three boys rested for a while, and then took a picture of the
dead wildcats with themselves in the background. So that all might
get in the pictures they set their cameras on rocks and worked them
by means of threads of black linen.

"I am afraid our shots have scared away all the game in this vicinity,"
remarked the doctor's son as they, trudged forward once more. And
so it seemed, for nothing came into view for the next hour. Then
Snap sighted some rabbits, but before he could get a shot the game
was out of sight.

At noon they rested in a glade that commanded a fine view of the
surrounding country and each of the boys took several time pictures
with small lens openings, so as to get sharp outlines.

It was well on toward the middle of the afternoon when they came
upon the trail of a deer. It looked to be quite fresh, and this
filled them with the hope of catching up to the game.

"We want to be mighty quiet," cautioned Snap, who was in the lead.
"The wind is uncertain and may carry the slightest sound to the deer."

"It will carry our scent, too," answered Whopper.

"That we can't help and will have to chance."

They followed the trail for fully half a mile, through something of
a hollow between the mountains. Here they came on quite a pond,
much to their surprise. The pond was filled with lilies and other
flowers, and on one side was a series of rocks leading to quite
a cliff.

"What a beautiful spot for a cabin!" cried Shep, forgetting all
about the deer, for a moment.

"Why not take some pictures?" suggested Snap. "We may not come
this way again."

The doctor's son was willing, and they took several views, one of
Whopper with his hand full of water lilies.

The trail of the deer led around the rocky elevation, and the three
young hunters were moving through some low brushwood when of a
sudden they heard a noise ahead of them.

"What's that?" asked Whopper.

"Bless me if I know," whispered the doctor's son. "Get your guns
ready."

"Here comes a deer!" shouted Snap, and an instant later a magnificent
buck burst into view, rushing around the other end of the cliff.
It appeared and disappeared so quickly that to get a shot was all
but impossible.

"Wel