I'm going to dive this time," he continued, as he commenced climbing back into the boat.
"Well, here goes!" said Archie.
And, clasping his hands above his head, he dived out of sight, and Frank followed close after.
When the latter again appeared at the surface, he found Archie holding on to the boat, with one of the guns elevated above his head, to allow the water to run out of the barrels.
The boys climbed up into the boat, and dived again, but neither of them met with any success.

The next time Archie was again the fortunate one, for, when Frank rose to the surface, he was climbing up into the boat, with the other gun in his hand.
"I don't call this a very unlucky hunt, after all," said Frank.
"Neither do I," said Archie.

"I say, Frank," he continued, "I wish we could reproduce in our museum the scene we have just passed through." "So do I.If we could represent the buck in the act of upsetting us, it would be our 'masterpiece,' wouldn't it?
But I am afraid that is further than our ingenuity extends." The boys drew on their clothes, which were but partially dry, and, after pulling ashore to get the hounds, which had kept up a loud barking all the time, they turned the boat's head toward home.
After changing their clothes and eating a hearty dinner--during which they related their adventure to Mrs.Nelson and Julia--they carefully removed the buck's skin, and hung it up in the shop by a fire to dry.
Their guns were found to be none the worse for their ducking; the loads, of course, were wet, and had to be drawn, but a good coat of oil, and a thorough rubbing inside and out, made them look as good as new.
During the afternoon, as the boys sat on the piazza in front of the house, talking over the events of the morning, their attention was attracted by a combat that was going on between one of Frank's pet kingbirds and a red-headed woodpecker.

The latter was flying zigzag through the air, and the kingbird was pecking him most unmercifully.
At length the woodpecker took refuge in a tree that stood on the bank of the creek, and then seemed perfectly at his ease.

He always kept on the opposite side of the tree, and the kingbird, active as he was, could not reach him.