Remembering the advice of Jacob, Edward remained where he was,
in silence reloading his piece, and was soon afterward joined by Jacob
and the dog.
"Well done, Edward!" said the forester, in a low voice; and, covering
his forehead to keep off the glare of the sun, he looked earnestly at
a high brake between some thorn-trees, about a half a mile to the
windward. "I think I see something there--look Edward, your eyes are
younger than mine. Is that the branch of a tree in the fern, or is it
not?"
"I see what you mean," replied Edward. "It is not, it moves."
"I thought so, but my eyes are not so good as they once were. It's
another stag, depend upon it; but how are we to get near him? We never
can get across this patch of clear grass without being seen."
"No, we can not get at him from this spot," replied Edward; "but if we
were to fall back to leeward, and gain the forest again, I think that
there are thorns sufficient from the forest to where he lies, to creep
from behind one to the other, so as to get a shot at him, don't you?"
"It will require care and patience to manage that; but I think it
might be done. I will try it; it is my turn now, you know. You had
better stay here with the dog, for only one can hide from thorn to
thorn.
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