“There is so little to be seen close to the brig,” said Oliver thoughtfully, as he took out his handkerchief and began to polish a speck of rust from the barrel of his double gun.
“And I haven’t collected half so much as I should like to have done,” said Drew.
“Think Mr Rimmer would be very uneasy if we stayed here for the day and did a little collecting?”
“Not he,” said Panton. “But what about prog?”
“I’ll shoot three or four pigeons,” suggested Oliver.
“Three or four, why, I could eat half a dozen for dinner.”
“Think so?” said Oliver, smiling; “I doubt it.”
“But I’m getting hungry again already, although I’ve just breakfasted. I say, though, surely we could shoot enough for our dinner. What do you say, Drew, shall we stop till evening and collect?”
“I’m willing.”
“What do you say then, Lane?”