ing
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. 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.

"Talk about luck!" cried Whopper, swinging his cap in the air. "I
call this prime! Two deer, first crack out of the box!"

"Yes; and see the fine pictures we got," added Snap. "That is, I
trust they are all right," he added hastily.

"Did you change your films and plates?" asked the doctor's son.

All had, and they guarded jealously those containing the precious
exposures.

"Now we must take some more photos," said Shep. "We'll get Tommy
to snap us holding up the deer on poles. We can label the two
pictures 'Before Shooting' and 'After.'

"That's the stuff!" cried Giant slangily.

Two poles were soon cut and a deer slung on each, and while Shep
and Snap raised up one, Whopper and Giant raised the other. Tommy
had been instructed as to what to do, and