"You didn't?" exclaimed Joe. "Why not?"
"Did he show himself to you, too?" asked Dan, in reply. "You don't look like you'd seen him."
"Seen who? I met some men up there on the mountain, if that is what you mean."
"It wan't no man, Joey," said Dan shaking his head solemnly—"it wan't no man. It was something wusser."
"Why, Dan, I don't know what you mean," said Joe.
And then he checked himself. His brother was in a fair way to reveal something to him, and he did not want to lose the chance of hearing it by exhibiting too much impatience.
"How many birds did you get?"
"Didn't get none," answered Dan. "Didn't see nary one. They are as safe from me and pap, from this time on, as though they wasn't there."
"Then what did you shoot at?"