She paddled on vigorously, but now no more shots came to guide her, therefore for a while her search was fruitless.
At last, however, she saw something looming through the mist ahead; it was the Red Rocks, though she did not know it, and she drew near with caution till Geoffrey's shout broke upon her ears.
She picked up the dead bird and paddled towards the dim figure who was evidently wrestling with something, she could not see what.
"Here is the curlew, sir," she said.
"Oh, thank you," answered the figure on the rock.

"I am infinitely obliged to you.

I was just going to swim for it, I can't bear losing my game.

It seems so cruel to shoot birds for nothing." "I dare say that you will not make much use of it now that you have got it," said the gentle voice in the canoe.

"Curlew are not very good eating." "That is scarcely the point," replied the Crusoe on the rock.