"I'm even with you now."
"That's so. If you only had practice, you'd shoot well enough."
Almost two hours went by, after that, and they tramped all over the swamp. Porter killed another sitting rabbit; but Corry was again one ahead of him, and was feeling half sorry for it, when he suddenly stopped marching, and lifted his hand, exclaiming,—
"Hear Ponto! Hark! Away yonder!"
"Started another rabbit."
"No, he hasn't. It isn't any rabbit this time."
"What is it? What is it?"
"Hear that jumping? Hear Ponto's yelp? It's a deer."
"Deer! Did you say it was a deer? Can you tell?"
"Hark! Listen!"