"It's our first chance at deer, and it may be our last," he said. "Even if Shep did go after them we may as well do our share toward bringing some of 'em down." The others were willing enough to go after the deer, and away they went, pushing through the brushwood and over the rocks, in an endeavor to get around the end of the lake which, at this locality, formed a long V-shape, each side overhung with trees and bushes. They were making good progress, and Whopper was in advance, when the young hunter let out a cry of alarm: "A snake! A rattlesnake!" He was right, the rattlesnake was there, and in order to get out of the way of the reptile they rushed pell-mell into the woods until they suddenly found themselves in a swamp over their ankles. They kept on until they reached higher ground and then paused in the midst of some tall brushwood. "That was certainly a scare!" gasped Giant. "I don't want any rattlesnakes in mine!" "Nor I," put in Whopper. "Gosh! He was about a hundred feet long! And did you see the eyes? Regular electric eyes!" "Phew! It takes Whopper to tell the plain truth," said Snap, with a grin. "But he was bad enough, I admit," he continued. "If he hadn't been I shouldn't have legged it as I did." "Don't forget that we are out after the deer," said Giant, after the excitement had somewhat died away. "What direction is the game, anyway?" They looked around them and then for the first time noticed that they were surrounded by tall trees, which all but shut out the sunlight. Then the sun went under a cloud, making it quite dark. "Come on, this is the way," said Whopper, and the others followed him without question, but they seemed to get deeper and deeper into the forest, and at last came to a halt close to the base of a series of big rocks. "I think we have missed it," said Snap, gazing around sharply. "Missed it?" queried Giant. "What do you mean?" "I mean we are not getting around the end of the lake at all." "Do you think we are lost?" At this the leader of the gun club shrugged his shoulders. "You can put it that way if you wish, Giant." "Oh, dear! I don't want to be lost!" "Oh, we are not lost!" put in Whopper, briskly. "Come on." "Do you want to climb over the rocks, Whopper?" asked Snap. "No; let us go around them." They attempted to do this, only to find themselves caught in a tangle of undergrowth from which it was almost impossible to extricate themselves. Then they came out at a point that was all but surrounded by big rocks. It was now so dark they could scarcely see in any direction. "We may as well face the truth, fellows," said Snap. "We are lost." "Lost!" came from both of the others. "Yes, lost. And how we are to get out of the mess I don't know." "Well, this is the worst yet!" came with a groan from Whopper. "We start out to find Shep and end up by getting lost. If he is back in camp he will have the laugh on us."