“Look thar!”
Twenty feet up the valley, and a hundred feet up the side of the hill, the albino buck stood on a little promontory. The animal’s new, velvet-covered horns had not yet emerged into their clean state, and grew club-like and grotesque on top of his head.
“What a truly magnificent beast!” the Professor breathed, struggling to put a telephoto lens in his camera.
Lew shook his head anxiously as the Professor took a picture.
“I don’t like it. I don’t like it a’tall. White bucks is ha’nts. Somethin’ might happen jest on account ya took his picter.”
Suddenly, for no apparent reason, the buck tossed his head and danced three feet sideways. He reared on his hind legs, and brought his front ones stiffly down on the ground. His two white front feet twinkled as he danced up and down.
