He studied this from a hiding place; then far across he saw a little flash near the ground.

His heart gave a jump; he studied the place, saw again the flash and then made out the head of a deer, a doe that was lying in the long grass.

The flash was made by its ear shaking off a fly.

Rolf looked to his priming, braced himself, got fully ready, then gave a short, sharp whistle; instantly the doe rose to her feet; then another appeared, a sinal one; then a young buck; all stood gazing his way.
Up went the gun, but again its muzzle began to wabble.

Rolf lowered it, said grimly and savagely to himself, "I will not shake this time." The deer stretched themselves and began slowly walking toward the lake.