He tried to come on, but in vain, and slowly swayed from side to side.

Then he tried to retreat, but it was too late.

With a snort he went over, kicking up big clods of grass as he did so.

Then he gave a shiver and breathed his last.
"We've got him! We've got him!" cried Roger, exultantly, and began to caper about in his joy.

"Just think of it, Dave, two elk! Isn't that something to be proud of ?" "I think so," answered Dave, his face beaming.
"I suppose the other elk is dead," said Phil.