70 ECHOES OF SPORT 



close at hand gave promise of something 

 good. 



Donald and I crept in behind a large stone 

 to await events. Five minutes passed and 

 no sign of the basso profondo. 



' We will craal round the ither side/' 

 muttered Donald ; but at that moment my 

 eyes caught sight of the tips of horns like a 

 ship's masts above the horizon, coming up 

 towards us over a small ridge of rock. 



" Donald, here he comes ! Quick, let me in 

 where you are ! " 



There was no need to tell me this was a 

 likely beast, my own sense said that sure 

 enough as the stag walked slowly in our 

 direction. 



" Tak' him when he stands," was all 

 Donald whispered; but there was no standing, 

 and he would have been out of sight if we 

 waited. 



I held the rifle well forward, and in another 

 moment that gallant head lay motionless 

 on the ground, shot through the neck at 

 seventy yards. 



