"I'm no good; I'll never be a hunter," he groaned, then turned and slowly tramped back to camp.

Quonab looked inquiringly, for, of course, he heard the shot.

He saw a glum and sorry-looking youth, who in response to his inquiring look gave merely a head-shake, and hung up the gun with a vicious bang.
Quonab took down the gun, wiped it out, reloaded it, then turning to the boy said: "Nibowaka, you feel pretty sick.

Ugh! You know why?
You got a good chance, but you got buck fever.

It is always so, every one the first time.