"Don't wait for me, but take your chance at once." "Do you think I would do that ?" "You _must_! You have never shot a turkey--" "Hush, silly.

What pleasure would there be in it without you?
Try to see them; look carefully.

All those dark furry blotches against the sky are pine leaves, but the round shadowy lumps are turkeys; one is quite clearly silhouetted, now; even to his tail--" "I believe I _do_ see!" murmured Hamil.

"By Jove, yes! Shiela, you're an angel to be so patient." "I'll take the top bird," she whispered.

"Are you ready?
We must be quick." "Ready," he motioned.
Then in the dim light one of the shadowy bunches rose abruptly, standing motionless on the branch, craning a long neck into the moonlight.
"Fire!" she whispered; and four red flashes in pairs split the gloom wide open for a second.