“Come on, then. I know I brought one of ’em down. Sha’n’t want no more meat for a month.”
“Say, mate, what are they?”
“I d’know. Noo Zealand turkeys, I s’pose.”
“Who ever heard of turkey eight or nine foot high!” growled one of the approaching party.
“Never mind who heard of ’em; we’ve seen ’em and shot ’em. Hallo! Where are they? Mine ought to be about here.”
“More to the left, warn’t it, mate?”
“Nay, it was just about here.”
There was a loud rustling and heavy breathing as if men were searching here and there, and then some one spoke again—the man whose voice had startled Don.
“I say, lads, you saw me bring that big one down?”
“I saw you shoot at it, Mikey; but it don’t seem as if you had brought it down. They must ha’ ducked their heads, and gone off under the bushes.”