Stepping behind one, she motioned him to do the same with another a few yards off.

Surveying him a moment, as if to make sure he was doing right, she suddenly emitted a sound from between her lips, which caused Ben Ripley to utter the exclamation under his breath--"Well, by gracious! If that doesn't beat everything!" "Why don't shoot ?" she abruptly asked.
The call made by Linna was the exact imitation of a wild turkey when lost in the woods.

Perhaps you may know that the body of every one of those birds contains a bone which a hunter can so use as to make the same signal; but it is hard to produce the sound without such help, though it has been done.
Linna had succeeded to perfection.
"Who would have thought it possible for one so young as she to learn the trick ?" Ben asked himself.

"I have tried it many a time without the bone, but never could do it." He looked at her admiringly, and was certain she was the smartest girl he had ever seen.
"If there are any turkeys within hearing, that is bound to fetch them, but I have seen no signs of them." Linna continued the signalling at intervals for fifteen minutes or more, peeping meanwhile from behind the tree and around her in every direction.

Ben did the same, and saw nothing.
"Why don't shoot ?" she abruptly asked.
He noted the direction of her gaze, and there, not fifty feet away, was a big hen turkey, walking slowly over the leaves, with head aloft and glancing here and there for the lost one.
The target was a good one, and taking careful aim, Ben toppled it fluttering to the ground at the first fire.
"Dat all want ?" queried Linna.
"Yes; that will do for tonight, Linna." "Den go back--play wid Alice." And off she ran to rejoin her companion, while the delighted lad picked up his prize and brought it to camp.
Turning that and his knife over to his mother, he made a fire ready to pass the night, full of thankfulness that all had gone so well.