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A few moments, however, convinced me that they were on 

 the other run, and that the Doctor could look out for that 

 part of the field. I reached my buck to lind him stone-dead. 



In the meantime, two reports had rung out from the 

 Doctor's stand, and I was decidedly jealous, as I supposed 

 he had certainly secured three Deer to my one; so I left my 

 game where it was and started to lind him. 



"Hello, old man, what have you got?" I shouted as I 

 came in sight of my partner, who was keeping the hounds 

 from a spotted object that lay quivering among the ferns. 



" A measly fawn," was his reply. 



It turned out that a doe and fawn had been driven 

 down, and the Doctor had vowed he would never kill a doe. 

 His lirst shot had missed the fawn, and he was mad at him- 

 self for having had to fire a second time. It must have been 

 that the buck I shot had not been started by the dogs, but 

 had heard them in the distance, and imagined that he had 

 plenty of time to escape before they struck his tracks. 



Jeff had now reached us, but of Zeb and the other pack 

 we had heard nothing. We would have anywhere from ten 

 minutes to half an hour's notice of their approach, so the 

 time seemed most opportune for the lunch which was on 

 our saddles. We did full justice to the cold chicken, sand- 

 wiches, and hard-boiled eggs while Jeff was dressing the 

 game, and then our helper, having helped himself, started 

 away with the pack. We lighted our ''Lone Jack" and 

 "Perique," and resumed our stands, awaiting further 

 developments. 



The exercise of the morning and the sultry stillness of 

 the forest at noon made me drowsy. It seemed safe to 

 indulge in a little siesta. The hounds would surely awaken 

 me in time to get a shot if they came my way, so I sat down, 

 and, leaning against the tree in the warm sunlight, was 

 soon out of Arkansas and away up among the Green Mount- 

 ains, where I caught my first trout and killed my first Deer. 



How long I dreamed I can not tell. Suddenly there was 

 a confusion of bays and yelps, and, as I opened my eyes, a 

 streak of dun and white flashed by the tree. 1 pulled up 



