“Look!” exclaimed the doctor’s son as they came to a small opening in the woods.  “Deer, or I’ll eat my cap!”

He pointed to some bushes and tender saplings growing near.  The bushes had been nibbled, and so had the bark on the saplings, showing that some animal had been there.

“I believe you are right, and if so we may get a shot,” answered Giant.

“Yes, a shot—–­but not until after we have used our cameras,” answered the doctor’s son.  “Don’t forget the first object of this outing—–­to get some good pictures.”

“Right you are, Shep; I forgot.  But we must shoot the deer—–­after we have our photos.”

“Better sight the game first,” came from Snap.

With the thoughts of bringing down one or more deer filling their minds, the boy hunters did not care so much about making a camp for the night.  If necessary, they knew they could erect their tent anywhere, and take it down again in the morning.  Even the prospect of rain did not daunt them.

“Let us hurry,” said Shep.  “If we reach the deer we want to do it while it is light enough to take some pictures.”

With their cameras and guns ready for use, they went on, Tommy cautioning the dog to be silent.  Wags seemed to understand and even acted as if he might lead them to the game.  But he was not trained, so they took no chances on this.

Deep in a hollow they came upon the unmistakable hoofmarks of three deer.  They followed these through the woods and to a small clearing.  At a clump of bushes the doctor’s son called a halt.

“I think they may be near,” he whispered.  “If so, we want to go slow or they’ll get away from us.”

“Perhaps you’d better go ahead and take a look,” said Snap, sure that that was what his chum desired.

The loads were slipped to the ground, and they went on, Shep well in advance.  Suddenly the doctor’s son put up one hand.  It was a signal that the game was in sight.  Snap whispered to Tommy to stop and hold the collie.

“There they are, by yonder rocks,” said the doctor’s son, pointing 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.