"Shall we shoot?" Jack whispered.
"Not yet. Let's see what it's going to do."
The eyes remained motionless for a couple of minutes then disappeared.
"Guess he thought he better hadn't," Jack whispered.
"Listen," Bob ordered.
They could just catch the soft rustle of a bush now and then.
"He's creeping around to our right," Bob whispered.
"We ought to have shot when we had the chance."
"Maybe, but I reckon we'll have another."
"But that was a peach of a shot," Jack insisted.