e manage it? She already carried their beloved rifle, which,
with a supply of ammunition, had been their lucky discovery in the
hunting lodge. Bunny was not to be thrown away. He meant dinner for the
houseboat party. The deer was small and thin, yet it was a good armful.
Phil might have shot the tiny fawn and so spared it the misery of
slowly starving to death. Hunters, who care little for the lives of the
creatures in the woods, declare that it is difficult to shoot a deer,
once it has gazed with its wistful, trusting look into one's eyes. What
chance had tender-hearted Phil, with her dread of having anything in
the world suffer, against the appeal of the forsaken creature?

"Oh, me, oh, my! I suppose I must take you home to our lodge to take
care of," relented Phil, "though I am sure that Miss Jenny Ann will not
rejoice at another mouth to feed."

Phil carefully emptied the barrels of her rifle so as not to endanger
her own life. She took some stout twine out of her pocket and swung her
rabbit around her neck. She fastened her gun to her side in awkward
fashion with another piece of cord, so as to leave both arms almost
free.

Then Phil stooped and picked up the poor little fawn. It struggled at
first and kicked its feeble legs. But after a little it was too weak
and feeble for further resistance. It lay quite still.

In spite of this, Phil's return home began to grow difficult. She had
never carried such an uncomfortable baby before. Yet she had often
shouldered the twins at home, and had borne them both, kicking and
wriggling with delight, about the garden. But this burden was such an
odd and unaccustomed shape!

Phyllis sat down on a log under a chestnut tree and regaled herself
with chestnuts while she rested. She was beginning to be afraid she
would be late for luncheon at their lodge and she was ravenously
hungry. Perhaps one of the girls would come out to look for her.

Miss Jenny Ann and her girls had been living an enchanted life for the
past fortnight. Not a single human being had they seen since their
strange arrival on the unknown island. They had been deep into the
woods on both sides of their lodges. They had wandered up and down the
shore that sheltered their deserted "Merry Maid." But they had not yet
crossed to the opposite side of the island. The way was jungle-like and
untrodden. Miss Jenny Ann feared that, once lost, they would never find
their way back to their shelter again. So far she hope