“The deer is going in a long curve,” said the doctor.
“Can’t you cut across the curve and head it off?” asked Frank.
“Yes. That will bring us nearer the sea coast.”
“Go ahead, then. I want to get in range.”
The deer was heading for the coast; but, for some reason, was describing a sort of semi-circle.
Dr. Vaneyke, instead of steering along in the animal’s tracks, now took a short cut with the boat.
Only half the distance to the shore was covered when Frank raised his rifle and fired.
The deer bounded up in the air and fell dead.
“Hurrah! You’ve dropped him!” cried the professor.
“Cut across toward him, doctor.”