"Look!" cried Dave, pointing with his hand. "Am I mistaken, or are those deer?"
He was pointing to the top of another hill about half a mile distant. There, outlined against the sky, could be seen a number of animals grazing.
"Deer, my boy!" cried Sid Todd. "A fine lot of 'em, too, or I'm mistaken!"
"Oh, let us go after them!" exclaimed Roger, impulsively.
"I'm willing," answered the cowboy. "But I don't know if you can get any of 'em to-night. It will be a hard climb to where they are. I don't know as we can go all the way on hosses."
"Then we'll go on foot," cried Dave. He was as anxious as his chums to get a shot at the big game.
The cowboy studied the situation for several minutes, meanwhile withdrawing himself and the others to a spot where the distant deer might not see them. Then he led the party down the hill and in the direction of the game.
If traveling had been hard before, it was doubly so now, and the chums realized that to get to where the deer were grazing would be no easy matter. They had to slip and slide over the rocks, and once or twice they reached places where further progress seemed impossible.
"If we get any of those deer, we'll earn them!"
