Crockett and Vanzant again took to their rifles, and strolled into the forest in search of game.

Soon they came across a fine buck, which seemed to have tarried behind to watch the foe, while the rest of the herd, of which he was protector, had taken to flight.

The beautiful creature, with erect head and spreading antlers, gallantly stopping to investigate the danger to which his family was exposed, would have moved the sympathies of any one but a professed hunter.

Crockett's bullet struck him, wounded him severely, and he limped away.

Hotly the two hunters pursued.