best of a bird or squirrel, or anything like that. But when it comes to a buffalo, or a bear—"
"I know all about bears," interrupted Joe, and at this there was a general laugh. "If I ever meet another bear I want to be well prepared for him," he continued.
"Generally a wild animal won't fight," went on the young captain. "But when one is cornered he is apt to get very ugly; eh, Benson?"
"Right you are, captain. I was once cornered by a buffalo, and had all I could do to save myself."
The old scout calculated that they would strike some game that afternoon, and he was not mistaken. About two o'clock they sighted several deer far up the hillside.
"Fine, plump animals," said Benson. "If we get a couple of them we can be well satisfied."
It was decided that they should move around in a semicircle, so as to get to leeward of the herd.
"If we don't do that, the deer will scent us and be off in no time," explained Captain Moore.
Their horses were tethered in the brush, near some trees, and the party of four started out on foot. The way was rough, but the boys did not mind this. Their sole thought was upon the deer, and each resolved to bring down one of the game, no matter at what cost.
