speech when the elder of the two, 

 putting a hand suggestively on the 

 doe's skull which Nimrod at that 

 moment was sketching, remarked: 



"Are you the fellow who makes 

 pictures of animals and writes about 

 them? Well, Mr. Nimrod, you are 

 my man, you are under arrest! 

 I reckon that skull and this fawn 

 skin will do. My name is Dean." 

 He displayed a game-warden's badge 

 with an air of triumph. 



Immediately there was a great 

 hubbub in camp. Nimrod arrested 

 for killing a doe and a fawn, Nimrod 

 who had not fired a gun the whole 

 trip! In vain I endeavoured to ex- 

 plain that mine the killing, mine the 

 punishment. Nimrod would not 

 permit it. He assumed the blame, 

 but described to Dean the situation; 

 of no avail. 



"I ain't made an arrest this sum- 

 mer and I'm about due to hold 

 down my job. I've got a good case, 

 plenty of proof Mackenzie here will 

 swear to it. And it will do me good, 

 show my boss I am busy." 



With insolent frankness he said 

 this, and the look of the man gave 



