Gray, are you going after ducks with me or are you going to sit with one hopeful girl, one credulous white man, and one determined red man on a shell heap in a bog and yawn till moonrise?
Ducks?
Sure! Well, then, we'd better be about it, my son." The guides rose laughing, and went about their duties, Carter and Bulow to clean up camp, Eudo Stent with Cardross, senior and junior, carrying guns and shell cases down to the landing where the boats lay; and Shiela and Hamil to mount the two fresh led-horses and follow the Seminole into the forest.
"Shame on your laziness, dad!" said Shiela, as Cardross looked after her in pretended pity; "anybody can shoot ducks from a boat, but it takes real hunters to stalk turkeys! I suppose Eudo loads for you and Gray pulls the triggers!" "The turkey you get will be a water-turkey," observed Cardross; "or a fragrant buzzard.

Hamil, I'm sorry for you.

I've tried that sort of thing myself when younger.

I'm still turkeyless but wiser." "You'd better bring Eudo and let us help you to retrieve yourself!" called back Shiela.
But he refused scornfully, and she waved them adieu; then, settling in her stirrups, turned smilingly to Hamil who brought his horse alongside.
"Dad is probably right; there's not much chance for us this way.

But if there is a chance Little Tiger will see that we get it.