“So they are,” said Kenneth. “Why, Max, we must go after that fellow to-morrow. How is it they’ve come down here?”
“Been shot at somewhere else.”
“Hadn’t we better go back and get the rifles?”
“Noo? No; let’s come to-morrow airly, and have a coot fair try.”
“Perhaps that will be best,” said Kenneth in assent, as the stag disappeared, and the boat sped on.
“But may you shoot stags?” said Max rather wonderingly.
“Of course, when they are on my father’s part of the forest. That’s his out there.”
“Forest? Where?” asked Max wonderingly.
“Why, there.”
“What, that place like a great common? There are no trees!”