'What are you goin' to do about it ?' he asks.

'Don't know yet,' says I, 'we'll see.' By and by we come in sight of one of them long-legged cranes, big birds you know, standin' fishin' at the edge of some reeds.

I up with my gun and shot it.

The consul chap looked at me as if I was crazy.

'What in the world did you kill that fish-basket on stilts for ?' he says.