The other, his companion, exhibited almost human sympathy.

Instead of taking to flight, he clung to his lifeless associate, looking down upon him as if some incomprehensible calamity had occurred.

Crockett rapidly reloaded his rifle, and the other buck fell dead.
He hung them both upon the limb of a tree, so that they should not be devoured by the wolves, and followed on in the trail of the elks.

He did not overtake them until nearly noon.

They were then beyond rifle-shot, and kept so, luring him on quite a distance.