Part 22 (2/2)
”He has shot?” questioned Ned
”Ugh”
”How do you know?”
”Hear uood ears I haven't heard anything,” replied the fat boy ”How do you knoasn't soun”
”It is queer we didn't hear hiaood a fortune-teller you are, but the joke will be on you if it should prove not to have been Butler at all”
To this the guidehis troubles The probleet the antelope back to caht he kneay First he got a stick, which he sharpened at both ends The stick, about six feet long, he thrust through slits he had made in the hocks of the anioing to string the carcass up
First strapping his rifle over his shoulder, the Pony Rider Boy raised the stick to his shoulders also, and, stooping, lifted the aniered The head of the antelope was dragging on the ground, which
The lad started away, keeping close to the strea place, but he failed to find anything that looked easier than the portage he had used before, so he finally decided to go back to that By the tied to drop his burden and sink down on the rocks to rest
”Whew, but it's hot And the nats! If it isn't one pest in the wilds, it is sure to be another and a worse one,” he concluded so the width of the streaht of his burden was a help rather than otherwise in crossing the glacial streaht kept the boy on his feet, except on one occasion when stepping on a flat, slippery rock, they hipped out from under him Tad went in all over, with the antelope on top of hi his foothold alained it
”Well, I a to his feet ”I'uess that's impossible”
The journey to the other side wastrah the pass, the ends of the pole on which the ani on li his clothes and scratching his face and neck His dogged deterh, however, but he was in the end considerably the worse for wear
The first his companions saw of hiht of the camp, flat on his face, with the carcass on top of hiht it was a live aniun, quick!” bellowed Stacy
”Hiit um”
”What, Tad?” Ned uttered a yell and started on a trot for his co up slowly and with evident effort Stacy and Walter followed ”What have you got there? We caht you were a bear,” chuckled Stacy
”It's a deer,” cried Walter Perkins
”Him antelope,” nodded the Indian wisely ”White boy heaphunter”
”I'm afraid I am a better hunter than I am a toter Stacy, I fell in”
”Ye-e-e-ow!” yelled the fat boy joyously