The deer were not five feet from them, and two stags fell, pierced through and through.

They leaped to their feet again, but the boys had dashed out with their swords in hand, and in an instant had cut them down.
There was a wild rush on the part of the herd, a sound of feet almost like thunder, and then the boys stood alone, by the side of the two deer they had killed.

They were small, the two together not weighing more than a good-sized sheep.
The boys lifted them on their shoulders, rejoicing, and waded across the stream.

One they hung up to the branch of a tree.

The other they skinned and cut up, and were soon busy roasting pieces of its flesh over the fire.
They had just finished an abundant meal when they heard a roar at a short distance, which brought them to their feet in a moment.