THE TAMING OF OL’ BUCK 229 
“You see heem, you see Ol’ Buck?” Johnny 
asked. “I tink I mak’ OP Buck what you call 
tame yet!” 
The man laughed. ‘“ Swell chance!” he said. 
“ Maybe you'll tame a fawn, though.” 
“Umph!” said Johnny, and kept on at his 
morning expeditions. 
It was a Saturday that Johnny announced he ° 
was ready to give an exhibition. The big boss 
had come to the camp to pay off, and jokingly 
asked the “ Frenchie ” where his pet deer were. 
“T get dose deer,” Johnny replied, flashing 
white teeth under his little moustache. “I get 
OY Buck.” 
He filled a pan with oats and vanished into the 
forest. The sound of a gentle tapping on the 
pan floated back. 
Presently Johnny himself came back. Like 
the Pied Piper he moved, out of the shadow into 
the edge of the clearing, and behind him, the for- 
ward animals nosing eagerly toward the pan, 
which he kept tantalizingly just ahead of them, 
came the entire herd, with two spring fawns al- 
most under Johnny’s heels and—yes, it was 
