"Let's take him along." Injun said nothing, as usual, but he didn't look disapproving.

So they got into their canoe and paddled up the wind until near the run, where they found a low, overhanging branch and ran the canoe under it.

So masked they waited for Mr.Deer to come and drink.
In about an hour he came and with him was Mrs.Deer, or maybe it was his daughter, and not his wife, for she looked so young and timid one hardly could picture her as the mate of Mr.Deer.He was a big fellow who would weigh about four hundred pounds, and had fourteen points--little branches shooting off his horns.
It was Injun's turn to shoot first, and he pulled back his bowstring and braced himself to let go.

Right here it may be said that at thirty yards an arrow propelled by an Indian-made bow is just as deadly as a bullet, if it hits its mark.

But Injun shot a little high and caught the buck in the shoulder.