[Sidenote: Every year men slaughter deer by the thousands; it seems only fitting that the tables be turned once in a while....] The automobile reached the crest of the hill, skidded and started toward the ditch. Earl Robinson twisted the wheel savagely, got the feel of the ice hidden under the snow, and deftly straightened the car. Roy Starr awakened at his side and sat up. His eyes were narrowed with sleep.…
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