Then roaring darkness closed about them.
Instantly the forest resounded with the thunderous racket of heavy wings as the flock burst into flight, clattering away through leafy obscurity; but under the uproar of shot and clapping wings sounded the thud and splash of something heavy crashing earthward; and the Indian, springing from root to tussock, vanished into the shadows.
"Two down!" said the girl, unsteadily.

"Oh, I am so thankful that you got yours!" They exchanged excited handclasps of mutual congratulation.

Then he said: "Shiela, you dear generous girl, I don't believe I hit anything, but I'll bet that you got a turkey with each barrel!" "Foolish boy! Of course you grassed your bird! It wasn't a wing shot, but we took what fate sent us.

Nobody can choose conditions on the firing line.

We did our best, I think." "Wise little Shiela! Her philosophy is as fascinating as it is sound!" He looked at her half smiling, partly serious.