The doctor's son was willing, and they took several views, one of
Whopper with his hand full of water lilies.
The trail of the deer led around the rocky elevation, and the three young hunters were moving through some low brushwood when of a sudden they heard a noise ahead of them.
"What's that?" asked Whopper.
"Bless me if I know," whispered the doctor's son. "Get your guns ready."
"Here comes a deer!" shouted Snap, and an instant later a magnificent buck burst into view, rushing around the other end of the cliff. It appeared and disappeared so quickly that to get a shot was all but impossible.
"Well, of all the chumps!" cried Snap in disgust. "Why didn't somebody let drive?"
"Why didn't you?" asked Shep.
"I couldn't—-the rocks were in the way."
"Well, the rocks were in my way, too."
"How can a fellow shoot at a streak of greased lightning?" asked
Whopper. "That buck was making a hundred miles a minute!"