'Guns,' says I.'What are they shooting for ?' says Brother Jeremy.

'Game,' says Brother Vincent.

'Aha! game,' says Brother Jeremy.

'If I hear more, I shall send out and discover what it means,' says the father superior.

We hear no more, and we go on with our wretched breakfasts." "Where did the report of firearms come from ?" I inquired.
"From down below--beyond the big trees at the back of the convent, where there's some clear ground--nice ground, if it wasn't for the pools and puddles.