It was not there; it was at the bottom of the lake.
"Archie," he exclaimed, "we've lost our guns." "Just my luck," answered his cousin, bitterly.

"Now, I'll have revenge for that." And, swimming around behind the buck, out of reach of his dangerous hoofs, he raised himself in the water, and struck him a powerful blow, that shivered the blade of the oar into fragments.

It was a fatal blow; and the buck ceased his struggles, and lay motionless on the water.

It was a lucky circumstance for Brave that Archie had taken part in the fight, for the poor dog had experienced some pretty rough handling.

He had received several wounds from the sharp hoofs of the buck, and there was a severe cut in his neck, from which the blood was flowing profusely; but the way he continued to shake the buck after Archie had dealt the fatal blow showed that there was plenty of fight left in him.