He saw they were easy to deceive; and, daringly confident of success, he encroached on the ice and closed up the gap till not more than two hundred yards separated him from the gray, bobbing, antlered mass.
Jones dropped on one knee.

A moment only his eyes lingered admiringly on the wild and beautiful spectacle; then he swept one of the rifles to a level.

Old habit made the little beaded sight cover first the stately leader.

Bang! The gray monarch leaped straight forward, forehoofs up, antlered head back, to fall dead with a crash.

Then for a few moments the Winchester spat a deadly stream of fire, and when emptied was thrown down for the other gun, which in the steady, sure hands of the hunter belched death to the caribou.
The herd rushed on, leaving the white surface of the lake gray with a struggling, kicking, bellowing heap.