gun. "It looks like a fawn," I de- 

 murred. It started to go on three 

 legs and I hesitated no longer. The 

 animal shot in the air, turned a 

 complete somersault and rolled a 

 hundred yards down the mountain 

 before a boulder stopped it, quite 

 dead. I am sure the Cap'n never 

 tells this story. 



Instead of hurrying toward it, 

 Nimrod sat down to rest. He 

 answered my amazed look by 



"That 'fantail' is a blackt ail fawn. 

 Suspected it last night, but its track 

 was peculiar and the Cap'n was so 

 sure. I could not see it well last 

 night, and its being alone without 

 the mother was misleading." 



"Do you know where you are?" 

 he added I shook my head, too 

 chagrined for casual matters. 



"Up there is the ridge where the 

 lion killed that blacktail doe. Of 

 course the fawns would hang around 

 in the locality." 



"But the other?" I faltered. 



"Lion got it! I passed the re- 

 mains this morning but steered you 

 away. Your fawn was wounded, it 

 was better to finish " 



