When they had reached the point desired, all went down upon their bellies and crawled like snakes, until they reached a clump of low bushes, a quarter of a mile from the herd.

Then they lay quiet, waiting for their comrades, whose turn it now was to act.
These, also making a circuit, but in the opposite direction, placed themselves half a mile to windward of the deer, in a long line.
Then they advanced toward the herd, making no effort to conceal themselves.
Scarcely had they risen to their feet than the herd winded them.
For a minute or two they stood motionless, watching the distant figures; and then, turning, bounded away.

The chief uttered an exclamation of disgust, for it was evident at once that, from the direction that they were taking, the herd would not pass, as he hoped, close by the bushes.
The lads, however, were well satisfied; for the line would take them within a hundred and fifty yards.

As, in a closely-packed body, they came along, Ned and Tom rose suddenly to their feet, drew their bows to their ears, and launched their arrows.

Each had, according to the custom of English archers, stuck two arrows into the ground by the spot where they would stand up; and these they also discharged, before the herd was out of shot.