They passed over one small hill and then came to
a broad hollow, fronting something of a mountain.
"I see some deer!" cried Whopper, pointing with his hand. "Five
or six of 'em."
The young hunter was right, and all gazed at the game with longing
eyes. The deer were more than a third of a mile away, on the
mountainside.
"Let me see," said Snap, "the wind is blowing from the west. So we
had better make a semicircle and come up on the other side of the
game. If we don't, the wind will carry our scent to them and
they'll be off like a shot."
Silently the others followed the directions of their leader, and
once again they plunged into the brushwood. The way was harder
than before and more than once they had to halt, not knowing exactly
how to proceed.
"This is dead loads of fun," grunted Whopper. "Never had such
fun since I was born. It's almost as good as chopping wood when
the other fellows are playing ball!"
"Do you want to go back?" questioned Snap, quickly. "For you can
if you wish, you know."
"Humph! not much. I'm going to see the end of it.
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