"Be thankful that he didn't try to pick out your eyes."
"Yes, that is what I was looking out for," answered Shep.
Having secured the game, they moved onward once more, up a small
hill and then through the hollow beyond. But though they kept
on until noon nothing further worth shooting at presented itself.
Sitting down in the sun, the boys ate their lunch and took a drink
from a tiny brook flowing into the lake. Then they tramped onward
once more for another mile.
"Humph! This sort of hunting doesn't amount to anything," grumbled
Snap. "If we hadn't run across those turkeys we should have been
skunked."
"Let us go a little further," answered Shep. "Here are two trails.
Supposing I take the one over the hill and you the one nearest to
the lake. If we don't see anything we can come back here."
So it was agreed, and a minute later they separated. Shep took to
rather a rough path and more than once felt that he would have to
turn back and give up.
"But I am not going back till I hit something," he told himself,
and just then a distant shot reached his ears.
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