They did so, and saw him make a wide circuit, and work up towards the herd of deer.
"They will be off long before he can get within bow shot," Tom said.

"Look, they are getting fidgety already.

They scent danger, and he is four hundred yards away.

They will be off in a minute.
"Look, what on earth is he doing ?" The Indian was lying on his back, his body being almost concealed by the grass, which was a foot high.

In the air he waved his legs to and fro, twisting and twining them.