As they drew near, they found the track again, and again saw those curious scrapes.
Every hunter knows that the bluejay dashing about a thicket means that hidden there is game of some kind, probably deer.

Very, very slowly and silently they entered that copse.

But nothing appeared until there was a rush in the thickest part and up leaped the buck.

This was too much for Skookum.

He shot forward like a wolf, fastened on one hind leg, and the buck went crashing head over heels.