“Ye can’t run amiss of ’em.”
“Any deer or turkeys?”
“Now, stranger, yer jest a shoutin’! Is thar any? I killed twenty-three deer last winter, an’ massy knows how many turkeys, kase I never kept count of ’em.”
“Are you too busy to go out in the woods with me for a little while?”
“Wal, I have got a sight o’ work to do, that’s a fact,” said Godfrey, who always tried to make it appear that his time was fully occupied, “but I reckon it might wait till I get back.”
“I have some cigars in my pocket,” said Clarence, glancing at Godfrey’s dingy cob-pipe, “and perhaps you would like to shoot my rifle a few times, just to see how a breech-loader works.”
This made Godfrey sure that his work could wait. He hastened into the cabin, and presently returned with his gun on his shoulder and his bullet-pouch under his arm. After he had loaded the weapon, the two climbed over the fence and disappeared in the woods.