"A buck—a splendid buck——"
"Well, don't point your gun in my face."
"It's on half-cock."
"It isn't; and I don't like the muzzle of a gun staring at me."
"Will that do?" cried the Count, in vexation, dropping the gun on the ferns. "Do come and help me to catch him——"
"Catch a deer! Listen, Miss Brunel——"
But the Count was off in the direction the wounded doe had taken.
The beaters now made their appearance through the brushwood, and Hermann's horn soon brought the keepers to the rendezvous. Will explained to Hermann that the Graf had gone in pursuit of a doe with a broken leg.
"Has he Rudolph with him?"
"No; I believe he shot Rudolph at the same time that he broke the hind-leg of the doe."