Girls, ride up closer." Following the directions indicated by Dale's long arm, Helen looked down the slope.

It was open, with tall pines here and there, and clumps of silver spruce, and aspens shining like gold in the morning sunlight.
Presently Bo exclaimed: "Oh, look! I see! I see!" Then Helen's roving glance passed something different from green and gold and brown.
Shifting back to it she saw a magnificent stag, with noble spreading antlers, standing like a statue, his head up in alert and wild posture.
His color was gray.

Beside him grazed two deer of slighter and more graceful build, without horns.
"It's downhill," whispered Dale.

"An' you're goin' to overshoot." Then Helen saw that Roy had his rifle leveled.
"Oh, don't!" she cried.
Dale's remark evidently nettled Roy.

He lowered the rifle.
"Milt, it's me lookin' over this gun.