Still they were evenly matched, and the green light in their eyes told of the ferocious spirit in each of these gentle-looking deer.
Rolf had no difficulty in walking quite near.

If they saw him, they gave slight heed to the testimony of their eyes, for the unenergetic struggle went on until, again pausing for breath, they separated, raised their heads a little, sniffed, then trotted away from the dreaded enemy so near.

Fifty yards off, they turned, shook their horns, seemed in doubt whether to run away, join battle again, or attack the man.

Fortunately the first was their choice, and Rolf returned to the cabin.
Quonab listened to his account, then said: "You might have been killed.
Every buck is crazy now.

Often they attack man.