As they landed, Rolf waited a clear view, then gave a short sharp "Hist!" It was like a word of magic, for it turned the three moving deer to three stony-still statues.

Rolf's sights were turned on the smaller buck, and when the great cloud following the bang had deared away, the two were gone and the lesser buck was kicking on the ground some fifty yards away.
"We have found the good hunting; the deer walk into camp," said Quonab; and the product of the chase was quickly stored, the first of the supplies to be hung in the new storehouse.
The entrails were piled up and covered with brush and stones.

"That will keep off ravens and jays; then in winter the foxes will come and we can take their coats." Now they must decide for the morning.

Skookum was somewhat better, but still very sick, and Rolf suggested: "Quonab, you take the gun and axe and lay a new line.

I will stay behind and finish up the cabin for the winter and look after the dog." So it was agreed.