That Pet gave me the cold creeps when he came so near ruining my films.
Ugh! me for the comforts of our own camp."
No one wanted to linger. Even Jerry was glad to turn his back on the old
cabin and stalk away, with his gun over his arm.
"Say," called Will, over his shoulder, a few minutes later, as they were
pushing through the woods and following the back trail.
"Well, what is it?" asked Jerry.
"We forgot something, boys,'' continued the other.
"What's that?" demanded Frank, coming to a stand.
"Why, when we were about it we ought to have demanded that they return
Bluff's dandy, repeating shotgun," said Will.
Thereupon Frank broke out into a laugh and turned upon Jerry.
"Hear that, will you?" he remarked, as if tickled.
"Oh, rats! there's that blessed old gun bobbing up again. Will I ever
hear the last of that machine?" exclaimed Jerry, shrugging his shoulders.
"Not till the ghost is laid, I suppose, Jerry," remarked Frank.
Jerry walked along at his side, still grumbling as if he had a difficult
matter to solve and could hardly make up his mind.
Thus they came to the spot where the late catastrophe had taken place.
The hole gaped at them in the trail.
"Say, this is a dangerous thing to leave uncovered.
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