thicket, with the deer fairly on top of him. He caught his firearm by the barrel and hit the animal a resounding blow on the head. This made the deer stagger back and pause.
"Help! help!" yelled the, boy. "Somebody shoot this beast!"
"I'm coming!" came in Captain Moore's voice. "Where are you?"
"Here, in the bush! Quick, or he'll stick me to death!"
The deer was now charging with lowered head. He was in a fearful rage. As he came on there was a sharp report, and the young captain burst into view, his rifle barrel still smoking. Then the deer gave one last leap into the air, and came down upon Darry. The fall knocked the boy senseless.
While Captain Moore was removing the weight from Darry's body, the old scout came up, followed by Joe.
"Hullo, he got it, did he?" said Benson. "Is he badly hurt?"
"I hope not," answered the young captain. "You see, the deer didn't touch him until I fired. Then he leaped up and knocked my cousin down."
"Hope there aint any bones broken."
The deer was removed, and Benson went off to
