THE TAMING OF OL’ BUCK 213 
in a small open glade, and once more approached 
her for a sign that she abided by the results of 
the battle. Once more she turned from him, in- 
different—not coquettishly, he could have en- 
dured that—but with complete indifference. OF 
Buck didn’t argue. He used his head, but in an 
extremely primitive way; he drew off, charged, 
hit the doe amidships, and knocked her off her 
feet, so that she rolled and slid up against the 
bushes. She got up stiffly, and tried to move 
away once more, but OI’ Buck was too quick for 
her. Again he struck her, head on, and knocked 
her down. Even this second emphatic token of 
affection, however, did not cause her to recipro- 
cate. She got up as best she could, and a third 
time tried to get away. Once again Ol’ Buck 
smote her, and once again she fell sprawling and 
breathless on the ground. This time she rose 
with still greater difficulty. The spirit as well 
as the breath was knocked out of her. Limp and 
lame, she raised large hazel eyes of acquiescence 
toward the still inflamed eyes of her lord and 
master, and signified that she was conquered. 
So man, also, wooed and won, it is said, in the 
