"I rather think they've had a lesson this time, and won't be in any hurry
to repeat the dose," laughed Frank; "come along boys."
Somehow Jerry seemed to lag behind the others.
"What's the matter with him?" asked Will, turning his thumb backward over
his shoulder.
"Perhaps conscience is at work. Jerry has queer freaks, you know. Wait
and see what develops," answered Frank, mysteriously, and, although his
companion tried to get him to say more he absolutely declined.
It was a short time after this that they heard the boom of a gun.
"Hunters abroad, somewhere around. There goes a second, yes and a third.
Game must be plenty where they are," remarked Will.
Frank did not reply, but the other saw that he was smiling as if his
thoughts might be pleasant just then.
"I just bet he's thinking of my sister Violet," was what passed through
the mind of the boy; but for once he was wrong.
They finally arrived at a point not a quarter of a mile from camp.
Frank turned to see if Jerry was coming along, for he had not heard a
sound from him.
"How about that venison you insisted on carrying? I hope you didn't leave
it in that miserable pit, now, for I was calculating on having a feast
for supper?" he asked, seeing that Jerry still plodded along close by.
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