There was venison for supper.

Basil's unerring rifle had brought down a doe, just as they were about to halt; and Basil was an accomplished butcher of such-like game.

The doe was soon skinned, and the choice pieces cut out--enough to serve for supper and breakfast upon the following morning.

The haunches were hung on a limb, to be carried along, as the next day's hunt might not turn out so successful.

There was still enough left to make a splendid supper for Marengo, and that hungry animal took full advantage of the occasion.