Chapter I 
THE DEER: A Tan Beauty 
we’ll have to be very quiet now,” 
\ Uncle Ely Blair whispered. “Just hide here 
in the soft grass and peep out. The wind’s 
right, so they won’t catch a whiff of us, if they do 
come.” 
Buck and Ginger Blair said not a word. They sat 
still. Through the tall stems of grass and weeds they 
could look down at the pool of water, not three hum 
dred feet away. It was the only water within many 
miles, they knew, and here at sunrise Uncle Ely had 
promised that “something might happen.” 
