Then, lying almost flat on the log and with his rifle ready, he waited, his heart beating hard with anger that he should be pursued thus like an animal.
The howling of the hounds grew more ferocious, and it was tinged with joy.

The trail had suddenly grown very hot, and they knew that the quarry was just before them.

Dick caught a good view of a long, lean, racing figure bounding among the trees, and he fired straight at a spot between the blazing eyes.

The hound fell without a sound, and with equal ease he slew the second.

The third and last drew back, although the lad heard the distant halloo of men seeking to drive him on.
Dick sprang from his log and ran through the forest again.