[Illustration: The punchers to the rescue]
"This your deer?" inquired the punchers of the latter.
"It is," said Mr. D——. "Take him out and hang him—don't shoot him—hang him!"
"All right," replied the punchers. They took Billy out and turned him loose in the deer-pen.
"Reckon the old man'll feel better about it to-morrow," they said.
And it came to pass that the old man did feel better; so Billy was spared. Perhaps if you have travelled to the West you have seen him—a noble representative of his kind. Well, this is his private history which his looks belie.