Again he tried the wind, and proceeded to circle slowly to the west of the place.
After a long, tense crawl of twenty yards he came on the track and sign of a big buck, perfectly fresh, and again his heart worked harder; it seemed to be pumping his neck full of blood, so he was choking.

He judged it best to follow this hot trail for a time, and holding his gun ready cocked he stepped softly onward.

A bluejay cried out, "jay, jay!" with startling loudness, and seemingly enjoyed his pent-up excitement.

A few steps forward at slow, careful stalk, and then behind him he heard a loud whistling hiss.

Instantly turning he found himself face to face with a great, splendid buck in the short blue coat.