They remained in this position for nearly a quarter of an hour, when, suddenly, something stirred in the bushes.
"There they are," whispered the corporal, drawing himself entirely out of sight, behind the chicken-coop.

"Look out, they'll shoot in a moment." Frank kept a close watch on the bushes, and presently discovered a white object moving about among them.
"I see something, boys," he said; "but it don't look to me like a man." "Yes, it is a man," exclaimed the corporal, excitedly.

"Shoot him." In obedience to the order, Frank raised his gun to his shoulder, and an ounce ball and a couple of buckshot went crashing through the bushes.

The commotion increased for a moment, and then ceased, and something that sounded very much like a groan issued from the woods.
"By gracious, you hit one of them," exclaimed the corporal.

"That was a good shot.