They followed these through the woods and to a small clearing.
At a clump of bushes the doctor's son called a halt.
"I think they may be near," he whispered. "If so, we want to go slow
or they'll get away from us."
"Perhaps you'd better go ahead and take a look," said Snap, sure that
that was what his chum desired.
The loads were slipped to the ground, and they went on, Shep well
in advance. Suddenly the doctor's son put up one hand. It was a
signal that the game was in sight. Snap whispered to Tommy to stop
and hold the collie.
"There they are, by yonder rocks," said the doctor's son, pointing
with his finger. "We can all get good pictures, I think. Let us
spread out a little."
They did as he advised. The three deer were close together, grazing.
The boys came up almost breathlessly, and each snapped his camera
for two films or plates. At the first clicking one of the deer,
evidently the leader, raised his head. Scenting the air, he made
a beautiful sight. For just an instant he stood still, then gave
a snort and started to run.
"Shoot 'em!" cried Shep, and swinging his camera out of the way he
caught up his firearm.
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