Slowly a magnificent pair of antlers arose behind the bushes.
"One of the elk!" whispered Sid Todd.
"And there is the other!" came from Roger, and pointed to a rock twenty yards beyond the bushes.
"Now, boys, be careful," directed the cowboy.

"This is the chance of your lives.

Divide up the game to suit yourselves.

I won't shoot unless I see the elk getting away from you." The chums consulted among themselves, and Roger and Phil decided to aim at the elk nearest to them.
"Then I'll aim at the elk near the rock," said Dave.

"I think I've got the best rifle anyway," he added.
All crawled forward, followed by Todd, and thus covered half the distance toward the game.