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fear ; but Joe only smiled, and said, " How many 

 deer went over the rise ? Three, eh ? I only see 

 two now going up the other side : one stop down 

 in the hollow ; mebbe you hit him, or what he 

 stop down there for ? " "By Jove ! Joe, you are 

 right," cried I. " Let's after him." " No, no ; 

 he all right — he safe enough ; bound to get him 

 by and by. Let's go after the other two. They 

 won't go far, not much scared — no wind, you 

 know — and not much afraid of the noise." The 

 stags in truth were not much alarmed, and more- 

 over they were so fat, so preposterously fat, that 

 they literally could scarcely run away ; and after 

 a very hard chase, keeping ourselves as much as 

 possible out of sight, we got within range again 

 and bagged another stag. While Joe was engaged 

 upon the dead body of the deer, I noticed some 

 object moving a long way off, and with the glass 

 made out two men, one looking towards us, while 

 the other was stooping and working at something 

 on the ground. " Hurrah, Joe ! " said I, " they 

 have got the other one. Not a bad bag after all, 

 to finish up an unsuccessful hunt. Luck has 

 turned at last. Plenty of fresh meat for supper 

 to-night, Joe." " Yes," muttered Joe, with his 

 bloody knife between his teeth, " glad of it too. 



