“I don’t see that you have any chance to talk,” retorted Bob; “for you fired both barrels at him and then yelled for us to come and save you.”
“But you didn’t come, and I had to run out here to help you.”
“Yes; and the minute you caught sight of the buck you took to a tree.”
“I was only doing what you had done a minute before,” said Tom; “only I had better sense than to try to crawl under a tree.”
“Because you hadn’t any to crawl under, that’s the only reason.”
“There aint any of us in shape to find fault with the others, for we have all made an exhibition that it’s lucky nobody else saw.”
“It seems to me,” said Bob, “that we don’t amount to much as hunters; what do you suppose has become of that buck?”
“He isn’t far off, but I don’t believe it will do to hunt him.”
“Why not?”
“There is too much danger of finding him,” was the significant reply of Bob.