The Mahela changed its green summer dress for autumn's gaudy raiment and the frosts came. Woodcock continued to drift in, and two days before the season opened, they arrived in force. Where there had been one, there were thirty, and still they came. Ted drove into Lorton and called from the drugstore.
"Mr. Beaulieu?"
"Yes?"
"This is Ted Harkness, Mr. Beaulieu. The woodcock are in."
"A big flight?"
"The biggest in years."
"We'll be there tomorrow," George Beaulieu said happily. "Hold the camp for us!"
"I'll do that, and anybody in Lorton can tell you where to find me."
"Thanks for calling. We'll be seeing you."