Again the weapons were discharged, and this time a third deer fell.

The fourth was badly wounded and toppled down in a split of the cliff.
"Hurrah! we've got 'em! We've got 'em!" cried Phil, and commenced to leap about in pure joy.
"We've got 'em--to get!" answered Sid Todd.

"But you did well--all of you!" he added, admiringly.
"How are we to get down to the cliff ?" questioned Roger, anxiously.
"The deer got down--we had better follow their trail," answered Dave.
They made an examination, and presently found a run leading to one end of the cliff.

The walking was dangerous and they had to be careful, for fear of going further than intended.

But inside of a quarter of an hour all were standing where the deer had stood.