But Snap was ahead of him, and bang! went
his piece. Bang! bang! bang! went the others in rapid succession.
Then Wags began to bark furiously, and Tommy let him go. After the
game he leaped at his topmost speed.
The first volley from the shotguns laid one of the deer low, while
a second was slightly wounded, and began to limp away. The other
deer kept on running and soon disappeared into the dense forest.
"Come on---let us get that wounded deer!" cried Whopper.
"There goes Wags after him!" shouted Tommy.
"That dog will get killed if he doesn't look out," answered Snap,
who knew only too well how a cornered deer can fight. But Wags was
too wise to get within reach of the deer's hoofs and head. He raced
around and around the game, simply worrying it.
Coming closer, the boy hunters watched their chances and Snap took
another shot, followed by Giant. These were fatal, and limping a
few feet farther, the deer staggered and fell, and soon breathed
its last.
"Call off the dog," ordered the doctor's son. But this was
unnecessary, for after a single sniff Wags retired and did not
attempt to molest the game.
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