The Indian's first arrow had pinned the gobbler to the ground. There he still was, lying flat. By accident, the second arrow had struck the hidden hen. Perhaps because the gobbler had fallen out of his sight, perhaps because the flight of the hen deceived and confused him, the Indian had followed the wounded turkey and Doby was left behind with the dead one.
THE BIRD JUMPED AT THE BOY. THE BOY STABBED AT THE BIRD.
All this action had been so quick that Doby could do nothing. Now he slung his bow and arrows out of the way, got down, and drew his precious stone knife to cut the gobbler loose. He meant to hasten away south toward home with the prize.
He pulled the arrow from the ground, then out through the bird's thigh and wing.
Ignorant Doby! Foolish boy! Not to know what playing 'possum is!