"Oh, if we can only bring it down!" said Whopper, in a whisper.

"We must bring it down," answered Shep, in an equally low voice.

"Get out of sight," warned Snap. "If he sees us he'll be of in a
jiffy."

They dropped behind some convenient bushes and then moved forward with
great caution, each with his shotgun ready to blaze away instantly.

The forward movement lasted for fully five minutes and then all raised
up cautiously and looked for the deer.

The game had disappeared!

"Where is he?" whispered Giant, gazing around in bewilderment.

"Bless me if I know," answered Snap.

The young hunters gazed in all directions and then came out into the
open.

"He is surely gone," said Shep.

"There he goes!" sang out Giant, and pointed up the lake to a clearing
an eighth of a mile away.

"And streaking it like greased lightning," added Whopper. "He'll reach
the Canadian line before he stops."