“Here’s the place for rabbits,” said Bart, “if there are any.”
“If there are any! Of course,” said Bruce; “that’s the point.”
They walked on through the brush-wood, and at length, reaching a mossy knoll, they sat down to rest. After a time, Bart started off alone to pursue his investigations. He had not gone far before he stopped, and shrunk back. Then he looked around with a triumphant expression. Then he moved forward in a stealthy manner.
“I wonder what’s up now,” said Bruce.
“Bart’s found something at last,” said Arthur.
“A hare, perhaps,” said Tom.
The three boys started after Bart. Scarcely had they moved a half dozen paces, when Bart took aim and fired. A loud cry was heard, a large white bird was seen jumping in the air, and falling to the ground, and then Bart ran forward and secured his prize.
The other boys hurried up to him. As they came, he turned to meet them, with a face flushed with triumph, and holding the large white bird by the legs.
“What is it?” they cried.
“A wild goose,” said Bart.