"What's that?" cried Roger, and instinctively he leaped up and moved for his gun.
"It's Todd!" answered Dave. "Hello, Todd!" he yelled. "This way!"
The others joined in the cry, which was answered from a distance, and presently the cowboy appeared on his horse and leading Dave's animal.
"I reckon I'm just in time for a fish supper!" he cried, with a broad smile on his face. "Well, I'm hungry enough, with such a stiff ride. What's the matter with your feet?" he questioned, gazing at Phil's bandages.
The boys told the story of the trouble up the stream, and then related how they had shot the cougar, and exhibited the body of the slain beast. In the meantime they broiled some more fish, and made an extra pot of coffee and some flapjacks for the newcomer.
"Well! well! well!" cried Sid Todd, after a look at the dead cougar. "I reckon you youngsters know how to take care of yourselves. A mountain lion! Why, don't you know, most o' the cowboys would run a mile if they see that beast a-lookin' at 'em? Such shootin' is great!"
"Well, we don't want to meet any more of them," answered Dave.
"No, the rest of them can keep their distance," added Phil.
