The rifle flashed--a tine flew, splintered by the bullet, from the brow
antler, not an inch above the eye.
"Give him the other!" shouted Archer. "Give him the other barrel!"
But Frank shook his head spitefully, and dropped the muzzle of his
piece.
"By thunder! then, he's forgot his bullets--and hadn't nothen to load up
agen, when he missed the first time!"
"Ha! ha! ha!" roared once again the Commodore--"ha! ha! hah!--ha! ha!"
till rock and mountain rang again.
"By the Etarnal" exclaimed Draw, perfectly frantic with passion and
excitement--"By thunder! A---, I guess you'd laugh if your best friends
was all a dyin' at your feet. You would for sartain! But look, look!
what the plague's Harry goin' at?"
For when he saw that Forester had now, for some reason or other, no
farther means of stopping the stag's career, Archer had set spurs to his
horse, and dashed away at a hard furious gallop after the wounded buck.
The hounds, which had lost sight of it as it leaped a high stone wall
with much brush round the base of it, were running fast and furious on
the scent--but still, though flagging somewhat in his speed, the stag
was leaving them.
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