But the three men were never troubled.

There was no fear in their minds.

This was only sport to them.
They crossed brooks and little creeks, and at last, when they came to one of the latter a little larger than the others, Henry Ware said: "I think it's time to bother 'em now.

We'll wade here." They entered the creek, which had a hard, pebbly bed, and walked rapidly against the stream for at least a quarter of a mile.

Then they emerged in dense undergrowth, and turned backward in a course parallel to that by which they had come.