She heard him begin a low, flute-like whistling, and then saw the antlered head turn towards him.
The woodland creature moved, but it was in his direction.

It had without doubt answered his call before and knew its meaning to be friendly.

It went towards him, stretching out a tender sniffing nose, and he put his hand in the pocket of his rough coat and gave it something to eat.
Afterwards he went to the gap in the fence and drew the wires together, fastening them with other wire, which he also took out of the coat pocket.
"He is not afraid of making himself useful," thought Betty.

"And the animals know him.

He is not as bad as he looks." She lingered a moment watching him, and then walked towards the gate through which she had entered.