"But see here, now, can't you persuade him to kill a deer, or to let me have the rifle? I see that he keeps the ca'tridges fastened up in that box of his, or stowed in his pockets."
Plainly the Major and Joshua understood each other upon the question of game, but I consoled him by agreeing to comply with his wishes.
CHAPTER VIII.
SPORT.
Within two miles of us was a ranch, where we knew there were several men. While discussing breakfast, I prefaced my request to the Major by intimating these facts, and hinting that a taste of venison would serve as a change from trout and grouse. The Major looked at me and then at Joshua, who was busy over the fire, but attentive.
"Those men will help us dispose of a deer, if you get one."
"Very likely, if they haven't got a supply on hand."
"Suppose you inquire."