6/21 'How queer they're standing.' 'Hush, can't you ?' replied Wardle softly. 'Don't you see, they're making a point ?' 'Making a point!' said Mr.Winkle, staring about him, as if he expected to discover some particular beauty in the landscape, which the sagacious animals were calling special attention to. 'Making a point! What are they pointing at ?' 'Keep your eyes open,' said Wardle, not heeding the question in the excitement of the moment. 'Now then.' There was a sharp whirring noise, that made Mr.Winkle start back as if he had been shot himself. Bang, bang, went a couple of guns--the smoke swept quickly away over the field, and curled into the air. |