“If I couldn’t see, I suppose I could hear him run!” replied Joe.
“You couldn’t ’ave heard thunder!” said Sneak.
“Did you ever try it?” asked Joe.
“No,” replied Sneak.
“Then you don’t know,” replied Joe; “and now I’m ready to kill a duck,” he continued, looking up at a number of water-fowl sailing round and awaiting their departure to dip into the water.
“I will leave you here, Joe. When you hear me fire at the other lake, you may expect the ducks that escape me to visit you,” observed Glenn, and immediately after disappeared in the bushes.
“And I’ll take the painter’s hide off,” said Sneak, going with Joe to the blind, where he quietly commenced his labour, that Joe’s sport might not be interrupted.
Several flocks of geese and ducks yet flew round above, and gradually drew nearer to the earth, but still fearful of danger and cautiously reconnoitering the premises.
“Suppose I pink one of them on the wing?” said Joe, looking up.
“I don’t believe you kin,” said Sneak, as he tugged at the panther’s hide.