He could see the sun glistening on their long antlers as they tossed their heads in their amazing antics.

Now three or four of them would dash away with the speed of the wind, as though the deadliest of enemies were close behind them.

Two or three hundred yards away they would stop with equal suddenness, whirl about in a circle, as though flight were interrupted on all sides of them, then tear back with lightning speed to rejoin the herd.

In twos and threes and fours they performed these evolutions again and again.

But there was another antic that held Rod's eyes, and if it had not been so new and wonderful to him he would have laughed, as Wabi was doing--silently--behind him.