"You are going to have company.
Here comes Wetzel." "Good morning, Lew.

Are you too off on a turkey hunt ?" said Betty.
"Listen," said the hunter, as he stopped and leaned against the gate.

They listened.

All was quiet save for the tinkle of a cow-bell in the pasture adjoining the Colonel's barn.

Presently the silence was broken by a long, shrill, peculiar cry.
"Chug-a-lug, chug-a-lug, chug-a-lug, chug-a-lug-chug." "Well, it's a turkey, all right, and I'll bet a big gobbler," remarked Colonel Zane, as the cry ceased.
"Has Jonathan heard it ?" asked Wetzel.
"Not that I know of.