"I'll take the buck," whispered Jed Sanborn. "Ready?"
"Yes."
"Then fire!"
Crack! went the several firearms, in a scattering volley, and the
buck and one of the others pitched headlong, not to rise. Another
deer was hit in the side, but leaped into the bushes and was soon
lost to sight. Still another went limping off on three legs.
"After 'em! Finish 'em up!" yelled Jed Sanborn, and led in the chase,
across the glade and into the brushwood beyond. Here they caught
sight of the limping deer, and all of the boys gave it a shot,
which finished it in short order.
"Three, anyway," was the old hunter's comment. "Not so bad."
"You brought down the buck and Snap brought down the deer near him,"
said Whopper.
"And all of you brought down the third one," said Snap. "I think as
Jed says, it is not such a bad haul."
"Can we get the others?" asked Giant, anxiously. "I want to do
better than I have."
"No use of going after 'em now," said the old hunter. "They will
run too far. Some day---listen!"
They listened, and from a distance heard two gun shots, followed
by several more.
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