Dick, as soon as he clapped his eye on this animal, selected him as his intended victim. He knew that such a prize would be a choice morsel for the camp; and, for that reason, he meant that his aim should be particularly sure when the moment arrived to shoot.
“Leave the young bull to me, Roger,” he whispered under his breath.
“Just as you say, Dick,” came the equally cautious reply, as both rifles were brought slowly up to the boys’ shoulders.
The leader of the herd stamped his forefoot angrily on the ground and made the turf fly. Plainly his suspicions had been aroused.
Dick knew they must delay no longer. The bull acted as though about to give the alarm that would cause the whole herd to scamper wildly off. Now the guns were leveled, and the cheek of each hunter lay alongside the stock.
“Ready?” asked Dick, softly.
“Yes,” came the immediate reply.
“Then let go!”
Crash!
Both guns let go almost as one, and the feeding herd was thrown into a wild panic.