CHAPTER XIII.
A FISH AND A SNAKE.
"Look out, Darry, or he'll kill you!"
"Look out for yourself, Joe!"
These cries were followed by two shots, as both the young hunters discharged their weapons. But in their haste the aim of each was poor, and the bullets flew wide of the mark. Then the maddened deer came closer, and both boys took to their heels, running as they had never run before.
"Hi! what's up?" came in old Benson's voice.
"The deer are after us!" yelled Joe. "Shoot em quick!"
Hardly had the lad spoken when he felt one of the deer close behind him. He leaped to one side, and the animal charged past with great vigor, considering how badly he was wounded. But that charge was his last, for Benson's rifle spoke up, and the animal fell lifeless where he stood.
In the meantime Darry was having his hands full with the second deer. The youth had been unable to reload, and now he found himself in a
