Nor could the high school boys help, further than by carrying
buckets of water to the suffering animals. Dick & Co. had no
firearms along, and could not put the injured cows out of their
misery.
"Now, let's get out of here," urged Dick at last. "We can't do
any good here, and this is no pleasant sight to gaze upon."
"It seems too bad to leave all this prime roast beef on the ground,
doesn't it?" hinted Tom. "And we fellows have such good appetites."
"The cattle are not ours," Dick rejoined. "We have no right to
help ourselves to any cuts of meat from the dead animals."
So they returned to the camp, which they found, of course, quite
undisturbed.
It so happened that the four members of the party who had proposed
going to other scenes for the forenoon forgot their projects.
CHAPTER VIII
VISITORS FOR THE FEAST
Bang! bang! sounded in the direction of the burned-over clearing.
"Let's go over and see what that means," proposed Tom.
He jumped up, ready to sprint over to the clearing.
"If you want advice," Dick offered, "I'd say to wait until the
shooting is over. You might stop a stray bullet not intended
for us."
"But what can the shooting mean" wondered Greg.
"When anyone is turning bullets loose," remarked Darry, "I'm not
too inquisitive.
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