Steve was beginning to complain of being nearly done up, when Max asked him not to talk again only in a whisper, as they were now close upon the other feeding ground of the coveted deer.
And this caused Steve to brighten up immediately. In his eagerness to find game his pains were forgotten.
Max arranged that they separate and advance along parallel lines, so as to cover more territory.
He had been going on himself some little time when suddenly he heard Steve's gun roar. A second shot followed fast on the heels of the first, and Max, excited, ran in the direction of the sounds. A few minutes later he heard the lusty voice of Steve calling out:
"Take care, Max, he knows you're coming! Run for it! He's starting for you! Get a tree, Max, get a tree! He's a holy terror!"
CHAPTER VII.
THE UNWELCOME GUEST.
Max saw what had happened in that one glance he took.
Steve had met his deer at last; and sure enough it was a sturdy buck that had five prongs to his antlers, showing his years.