"How could any man get angry at such a wonderful shot. You never cripple them, they just drop at the crack of your gun. I think, however, they die of fright. We will know to-night when we eat them for dinner whether the shot killed them or you just scared them to death."
"Don't be nasty, Jim, I'll let you shoot the very next one. I won't move."
She had scarcely spoken when Stuart seized her arm with a sudden fierce grip.
"Sh—now, as still as death!" he whispered. "Don't you dare move or speak or whisper, or breathe aloud."
"I won't!" Nan groaned, crouching low.
"He's circling the blind, but he's coming in sure," he whispered.
Just then the live decoy goose raised his head, saw his friend in the air, and broke into a shrill cry that rang like a trumpet over the smooth waters of the bay.
Nan sprang to her feet crying:
"It's a goose!"
"Yes, two of them; one right here in the blind!" Stuart laughed.