"Come ahead, that elk must be pretty hard hit by this time." Again they went on.

They could hear the big game crashing among the cedars.

Evidently the elk was in such pain he did not know where to go.
"I see him!" cried Dave five minutes later, and pointed to a rocky elevation ahead.

At the foot of the rocks stood the elk, glaring in rage at them.

All of the young hunters elevated their firearms, and as they did this the big game charged them full tilt.
Crack! bang! crack! went the weapons, and the elk was halted in his course.