“Come on—–­let us get that wounded deer!” cried Whopper.

“There goes Wags after him!” shouted Tommy.

“That dog will get killed if he doesn’t look out,” answered Snap, who knew only too well how a cornered deer can fight.  But Wags was too wise to get within reach of the deer’s hoofs and head.  He raced around and around the game, simply worrying it.

Coming closer, the boy hunters watched their chances and Snap took another shot, followed by Giant.  These were fatal, and limping a few feet farther, the deer staggered and fell, and soon breathed its last.

“Call off the dog,” ordered the doctor’s son.  But this was unnecessary, for after a single sniff Wags retired and did not attempt to molest the game.

“Talk about luck!” cried Whopper, swinging his cap in the air.  “I call this prime!  Two deer, first crack out of the box!”

“Yes; and see the fine pictures we got,” added Snap.  “That is, I trust they are all right,” he added hastily.

“Did you change your films and plates?” asked the doctor’s son.

All had, and they guarded jealously those containing the precious exposures.

“Now we must take some more photos,” said Shep.  “We’ll get Tommy to snap us holding up the deer on poles.  We can label the two pictures ‘Before Shooting’ and ‘After.’

“That’s the stuff!” cried Giant slangily.

Two poles were soon cut and a deer slung on each, and while Shep and Snap raised up one, Whopper and Giant raised the other.  Tommy had been instructed as to what to do, and he took a snapshot or a time picture with each camera, so that they would have plenty of films and plates, in case one or more proved failures.

“It’s a bit extravagant,” said the doctor’s son.  “But we’ll not have such game pictures every day.  When we simply take scenery one plate or one film will do.”

“When we make camp we can hang the deer in front of the tent and get another view,” said Snap.

“Yes; and get a view of our big string of fish, before we eat ’em all up,” added Giant.

“Well, one thing is certain,” said Whopper, after they had surveyed their prizes thoroughly; “we can’t get to the Windy Mountains by to-night with such a load.”

“In that case we might as well make two bites of the trip and camp here for to-night,” said Shep.  “I reckon this spot is as good as any.  There’s a brook with good water, for the deer have been using it.”

“There’s another reason for going into camp,” came from Snap.  “Just look at the sky over to the west.”

All gazed in the direction mentioned and saw heavy black clouds just showing over the treetops.  The clouds advanced rapidly, soon covering the sun.  Then came the rumble of distant thunder.

“A thunderstorm!” exclaimed Tommy.  “I don’t like them at all.  What shall we do?”

“Put up the tent as quickly as we can,” ordered the doctor’s son.  “That storm may last all night, and we want to keep dry if we can.”