Look out, Eric; now's your chance! Only aim low and steadily, and you will bring down that kid there to the right!" Puff, bang! No sooner said than done.
"Hurrah!" shouted Eric, "I've got him this time, without fail!" He had; for, although the flock of goats scampered off from the thicket they were at that moment occupying towards another woody clump on the opposite side of the plain, darting away with the rapidity of the wind, they left one of their number behind.
The unfortunate victim was a pretty little kid, about three months old; and it lay stretched out, bleeding, on the grass.

Its body had been perforated by the bullet from Eric's rifle.
"That was a capital shot!" exclaimed Fritz, when the two came up to where the poor little kid lay.

"The ball has passed right through its heart; so, you must have aimed, as I told you, behind the shoulder." "I did," said Eric, alike proud of his powers and the compliment; "but, poor little thing, it seems a pity to have killed it!" "Ah," remarked Fritz the practical, "still, roast mutton will taste nice after our living on salt meat for so many days, eh ?" "Yes," replied Eric, with much satisfaction, his sympathy for the slaughtered kid quickly disappearing at the thought of all that young Glass had told him as to the flavour of the animal when cooked.

"It is better than the tenderest pork, they say." "Very well, we'll try it for dinner to-morrow and see whether we agree with that verdict.

It will be too late to cook it when we get home this evening." "Dear me, I really did not think the time was going so fast! Why, it must be within a hour of sunset; don't you think so ?" "Not far off," said Fritz; "so, therefore, there's all the greater reason for our returning down the gully as soon as possible.