"Shawn, how long have we been on this trail?" Gus didn't give his friend the chance to respond before he continued, "That's right; an hour. An entire hour, and my feet are sore, and for what? Have we found even one clue to support your treasure-hunters theory? No, we have not. I told you following this hunch of yours would only get us into trouble."
Shawn paused mid-stride and tilted his head. "Gus, did you hear that?"
"Hear what?" Gus asked.
"That," Shawn hissed.
Gus paused to listen. He was just about to tell Shawn off for crying wolf yet again when a rustle in the undergrowth nearby caught his attention. His gaze snapped to the right as his eyes widened.
"See?" Shawn demanded, his voice noticeably lower than normal.
Guys swallowed and nodded.
A second later, the sound intensified as… something came directly at the pair.
Neither Shawn nor Gus hesitated before letting out a pair of definitely not girly screams and spinning on their heels to head right back for the Blueberry... with Gus's cry of, "I'm gonna kill you, Shawn!" trailing behind them.