David, his grieved eyes on the motionless little bodies in the boys' hands, shuddered.
"Are they—dead, too?"
The bigger boy nodded self-importantly.
"Sure. We just shot 'em—the squirrels. Ben here trapped the rabbits." He paused, manifestly waiting for the proper awed admiration to come into David's face.
But in David's startled eyes there was no awed admiration, there was only disbelieving horror.
"You mean, you SENT them to the far country?"
"We—what?"
"Sent them. Made them go yourselves—to the far country?"
The younger boy still stared. The older one grinned disagreeably.
"Sure," he answered with laconic indifference. "We sent 'em to the far country, all right."