"Good morning, Harry.

Where are you going so early ?" called Betty from the doorway.
A lad was passing down the path in front of Colonel Zane's house as Betty hailed him.

He carried a rifle almost as long as himself.
"Mornin', Betty.

I am goin' 'cross the crick fer that turkey I hear gobblin'," he answered, stopping at the gate and smiling brightly at Betty.
"Hello, Harry Bennet.

Going after that turkey?
I have heard him several mornings and he must be a big, healthy gobbler," said Colonel Zane, stepping to the door.