Shoot quickly,
but take as good an aim as you possibly can. If the deer is coming
toward you, let him git putty close before you let drive."
Having issued these instructions, the old hunter moved on once more,
and the boys followed. Each had his weapon ready for use, and each
advanced with as little noise as possible.
The deer were in a little glade, cropping the tender grass around a
small spring. They were six in number, including a fair-sized buck,
who occasionally raised his head, as if on guard. But the wind, as
Jed Sanborn had said, was blowing directly from the deer to the
hunters, so nothing in the air gave the game the alarm until it was
too late.
When the old hunter raised his hand, the boys knew it was a signal
to halt. Jed Sanborn crouched low and wormed his way to some bushes
fringing the glade, and the young hunters did the same.
It was a thrilling sight and it made the boys tremble in eager
anticipation. Not a word was spoken, for they scarcely dared
to breathe.
In a minute each hunter had his gun into position, Giant resting
on a rock and Whopper in the crotch of a low tree.
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