Professor.

"Yes, I remember our experience in hunting the cougar in the
Rockies. I guess I'll wait."

During the afternoon, the boys made short trips along the foothills
hoping to find some trace of the guide, but search as they would
they were unable to locate him. Nor did they dare stray far from the
camp for fear of being unable to find their way back. The foothills
all looked so alike that if one unfamiliar with them should lose his
way he would find himself in a serious predicament.

"I guess we shall have to camp here for the rest of the summer,"
Professor Zepplin said, while they were eating their supper. "We
must be a long distance from our man if he has not heard our
shooting this afternoon."

The boys were enjoying themselves, however; in addition, there was a
sense of independence that they had not felt before. They were alone
and entirely on their own resources, which of itself added to the
zest of the trip.

The supper dishes having been cleared away and the camp-fire stirred
up to a bright, cheerful blaze, all hands gathered in the parlor
tent for an evening chat.

Above them swung an oil lantern which dimly shed its rays over the
little company. Professor Zepplin was poring over an old volume that
he had brought with him, while the boys were discussing the merits
of their new ponies, which by this time had developed their