DEER-STALKING. 185 



— I detected his treachery at once, and at once 

 came to an understanding with him. " There," I 

 said, " are the deer." The lazy hound had been 

 lying on his back "spying" them and some others 

 miles off for hours. I had selected my stag long 

 ago, and seeing the day slipping away, I had at 

 last roused him up to try for him, when he started 

 on a course which was obviously the wrong one. 

 " Here, you see, is the wind. If you go that way 

 you will not 'get in,' you will have a dangerous 

 wind and exposed ground to cross. If you go this 

 way you will have a good wind and shelter all 

 the way up to the final stalk, and as I believe your 

 employer wishes me to get a stag, whatever you 

 may do, I mean to go this way, and if you don't 

 mean to help me, say so, and I shall either try 

 them alone or go straight home.'* 



Then he altered his tone completely, but I 

 marked and afterwards remembered a vindictive 

 look in his eye. *' Of course that seemed the best 

 way, but the wind blew quite differently below," 



