"But it was a capital shot," returned Harold. "I was doubtful if Smith could do it in the gathering darkness. It will make a good addition to our vanishing larder."
When they drew near Beaumont and Smith had dragged the handsome buck further on to the beach.
"Will it be safe to leave him here until the men come for him?" Smith asked, as he received the congratulations.
"I doubt it," said Beaumont. "Hark! yonder are wolves howling already. They must be hungry to be out so soon."
"The buck is too heavy to take in our canoe," said Smith, "unless the Doctor, the lighter man, can return in one of yours."
"Have him come with us," said Helen, turning to Harold.
"Certainly," was his answer. "There will be no danger with such a perfect canoeist."
In a few more minutes they were paddling homeward. The half-moon was hovering directly above them, and its sheen glowed in silvery light upon the water.
"Give us a French boat song, Doctor," said the Chaplain, who knew that he had a rich tenor voice.
"Not before miladi," was his answer. "If Madame will favor us first, I will follow."