CHAPTER FOURTEEN.
A WILD-TURKEY HUNT.
"Come on!" cried Basil, putting the spur to his horse, and riding forward.

"Come on! It isn't so bad a case after all--a good fat turkey for dinner, eh?
Come on!" "Stay, brother," said Lucien, "how are we to get near them?
They are out on the open ground--there is no cover." "We don't want cover.

We can `run' them as we were about to do had they been buffaloes." "Ha! ha! ha!" laughed Francois; "run a turkey! Why it will fly off at once.

What nonsense you talk, brother!" "I tell you, no," replied Basil.

"It is not nonsense--it can be done--I have often heard so from the trappers,--now let us try it ourselves." "Agreed, then," said Francois and Lucien at once; and all three rode forward together.
When they had got near enough to distinguish the forms of the birds, they saw they were two old "gobblers" and a hen.