He threw up his head and let out a roar of battle, looking every inch the magnificent creature that he was, and just churned the waters of the lake, which he was in up to his knees.
He didn't have very long to bellow his defiance, for Whitey's Springfield rifle spoke.

Now Mr.Deer turned almost completely over from the shock, but again the hit was not in a vital spot.

The canoe was rocking a little, and Mr.Deer was not exactly posing to be shot at.

And there was another excuse that I have mentioned before--buck fever: the disease that comes when a big buck deer jumps up from nowhere, and causes the hunter to lose his head and do the wrong thing.
You would think that Injun and Whitey would have been over that?
Well, perhaps they should have been immune, but you will remember that our mighty hunters were just boys, and even frontier boys can be excused for a sudden attack of a complaint that grownups have.

And the grownup who says that he never has had it, at some time in his life, that Mr.
Grownup has not done any deer hunting, or that Mr.Grownup lies.