CHAPTER X
THE FIGHTING BUCK
After watching the progress of the swimming deer for a few minutes, a sudden idea flashed into the mind of Teddy.
“Wonder if I could work that camera of Dolph’s now?” he exclaimed. “It’d be a bully good picture to get that buck swimming.”
He hurried to the tent, and snatched up the little kodak.
Another minute and he had launched the second canoe, and was wielding the paddle for all he was worth. Teddy headed in such fashion as to intercept the swimming animal, and keep him from reaching land. It was not his purpose to attempt to do the buck any injury, simply to have some fun; though, of course, the animal had no means of understanding that.
Before Teddy had gone a hundred yards he discovered his chum in one of the small bays, still trailing his cast of flies over the water.
“Hi! Dolph! deer swimming! Come out, and help have some fun with him,” was what Teddy shouted.
And Dolph, apparently nothing loth, started to paddle vigorously, meaning to join the other as he came along.
The deer had taken the alarm, and changed his course. He was now headed so as to reach a tongue of land that jutted out into the lake.