n the bushes back of the deer move.

"What's up? Why don't you shoot?" whispered Roger, his voice betraying
excitement.

"I think there's another deer there, Roger," whispered our hero, in
return. "Yes, there he is! Now then, you will have a shot yourself. Take
the one on the left and I'll take the one on the right."

"All right," returned the senator's son, and raised the double-barreled
shotgun. "Are you ready?"

"Yes. When I say 'three,' fire," answered Dave, quickly. "One, two,
three!"

Crack! Bang! The two pieces rang out in quick succession, and as the
reports echoed through the forest both deer gave a wild leap into the
air. Then the animal at which Dave had shot plunged forward on its knees
and fell into some brushwood, kicking wildly. The other deer whirled
around and started to run for cover.

"Give it the other barrel, Roger!" yelled Dave, as he ran forward.

There was no need of this advice, for while Dave was yet speaking the
second barrel of the shotgun was discharged at the flying deer. Roger's
aim this time proved to be better than before, and plunging forward, the
deer ran full tilt into a tree and then pitched over on its side, where
it soon breathed its last.

Long before Dave reached his quarry he was ready for a second shot
should the game require it. But when he reached the deer's side he found
that the end of the animal was close at hand. Then he rejoined his chum,
who was watching the other deer.

"Is he dead, Roger?" he asked, quickly.

"I think he is, Dave," was the answer, and Roger's tone showed his
exaltation. "My! but this is luck; isn't it?"

"I should say yes! Two deer at a clip!"

"How about the one you hit; is it dead?"

"Just about," was Dave's reply, and then he hurried over to the game, to
note that it was breathing its last.

"How did you make out?" The cry came from Ben, as he came running
forward, followed by Luke and Shadow.

"Did you hit anything?" queried the former story-teller of Oak Hall.

"Did they hit anything!" yelled Luke. "Say, this is great, they got two
of them!"

"This is what I call wholesale hunting!" announced Ben.

"You fellows certainly opened the hunting season in great shape," was
Shadow's comment. "A wildcat and two deer all in one day!"

The boys dragged the two deer together, and it must be confessed that
Dave and Roger looked at their quarry with great pride.

[Illustration: CRACK! BANG! THE TWO PIECES RANG OUT IN QUICK
SUCCESSION