But, Fred, since we are on this side of that split in the mountain, we have got to jump it again to get back to camp." "And we must manage to do it before dark, for it isn't safe to take chances where there is so much variance in the width." "Fact of it is," remarked Jack, expressing that which had been clear to both from the first, "there was no need of our jumping it at all.

But we are here, and must make the best of it.

It's time we found some game." And Jack looked sharply around, as if he expected to see a fat deer or big horn step forward and sacrifice himself for their good.
But they were more fortunate than they were warranted in expecting.
While surveying the rocks and heights which seemed to wall them in, Fred exclaimed: "There's our game!" He pointed to a cliff fully two hundred yards distant, and of half that height.

On this projecting ledge stood a noble buck, with antlers and head raised, while he seemed to be gazing over the wild expanse of country below him.

They knew he was a fine animal, though the distance made him appear diminutive.
[Illustration: "On the projecting ledge stood a noble buck."] "I wonder if he sees us ?" said Jack in a whisper, as if afraid of being overheard.
"If he does, he knows we are too far off to harm him." The next instant the boys had unslung their glasses and leveled them at the fellow, who formed a striking picture, as he stood out in bold relief, with his spreading antlers, his fine head, and his brown, sinewy limbs.