"I guess he has caught the deer," said Herbert, who showed a desire to
speak well of Bowser since he had failed to shoot him, "and is waiting
for us."
But Sam shook his head; he knew the canine too well to believe him
capable of such an exploit as that.
"I don't think he ever ran down anything yet, unless it was a chicken or
cat--hallo!"
At that moment the subject of their conversation appeared on the scene,
approaching as quietly as though the boys were sheep that he wished to
surprise.
He slouched along with a lazy, tired gait, his tongue out, and dripping
with perspiration, while he panted as though he had been on the severest
chase of his life, which most likely was the fact.
He lay down at the feet of Sam Harper, and, stretching out his paws,
rested his head between them as much as to say, "Gentlemen, I have had
enough of this sport, and resign; you will now carry it on without my
assistance."
"He is tired out, and I don't wonder," said Sam, stooping over and
patting the head of the hound; "he ain't used to deer hunting, and don't
know much more about it than do we."
"Then he don't know anything," was the truthful observation of Nick
Ribsam.
"It's my opinion that it's best to give up hunting that particular deer
until we learn a little more about the right way to do it."
CHAPTER XVI.
THE DINNER IN THE WOODS.
By this time it was close to the hour of noon, and the young hunters
were hungry.
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