CHAPTER XXIX.
TWO ELK AND A BEAR "I guess that hunter, whoever he is, will lose that deer," was Dave's comment.
"He won't if he knows how to follow the game up," answered Sid Todd.
"That deer was badly wounded, and game can't run far over these rough rocks." "Wonder who it was ?" mused Phil.
"Can't tell that--so many folks come out here to hunt," answered the cowboy.

"It might be some ranchman or cowboy, and it might be some city sportsman trying his luck." "We may fall in with him later," said Dave.

"If we do, I hope he proves a nice sort." "Folks out here usually hunt on their own hook," said Todd.
The cowboy had in mind to pass to the north of the mountain top, and this they did, soon leaving behind the locality where the two deer had been seen.

They saw nothing of the party who had fired the two shots.
"I hope he doesn't take us for game and shoot this way," said Roger, who had heard of just such accidents more than once.
"Well, we don't want to mistake him for game either," said Dave.
"Whenever you shoot, be sure of what you are shooting at." "Right you are," cried Sid Todd.

"If hunters weren't too hasty there wouldn't be any accidents." A little over half a mile was covered, and by that time the sun was sinking over the hills to the westward.