“He’s a big one, isn’t he?” said Joe at length.
“Yes, Joe, and I reckon we both had a close shave, eh?”
“Yes.”
“I don’t want another such fight, do you?”
“Not at quite such close quarters,” came from Joe. He bent lower. “I must have taken him right through the heart.”
“Three deer! What will the folks say to that?”
“I reckon they’ll think it is something wonderful.”
“Well, it is wonderful for boys. I never heard of it being done before. But don’t let us brag.”
“That’s right, I hate bragging. But, say, let us get home with the meat at once. Then, if we want to, we can go fishing this afternoon.”
This plan was agreed on, and then came the question of how best to get the deer home. All told, there were several hundreds of pounds of venison in the pile, no light load to be dragged a distance of over a mile.