The second elk was limping along, occasionally holding his left hind leg in the air.

He did not seem to be going fast, but he dodged in and out among the rocks so quickly that to get another shot at him seemed impossible.
"If we can only get him into the open we'll have him!" cried Dave.
The trail now led down the mountain side and then into a thicket of cedars.

As they entered the thicket, Dave gave a yell.
"Look out!" He leaped to one side and the other lads did the same.

A second later the wounded elk rushed almost on them, his antlers lowered as if to crush all in his path.

The boys fired as quickly as they could, and hit in the side, the animal swerved and dashed off at a right angle to the course he had been pursuing.
"Phew! but that was a narrow escape!" gasped Phil.
"It's different when the game hunts you, isn't it ?" queried the senator's son.
"We must keep our eyes open, and our guns ready," said Dave.