“Well, all I’ve ever shot went off like a hurricane; and often I’ve had to let fly with my gun part way up to my shoulder. Do you see either of the others, Frank?”
“Yes, and, as luck will have it, they’ve lighted in such a way that they’re both in range. I believe you could drop two birds with one shot, Bluff.”
“I see ’em now,” muttered Bluff. “Watch my smoke.”
When he fired again both birds fell. Bluff looked as though half-ashamed of such easy work.
“Three already, eh? Nearly a chicken apiece, all around. Well, I might limit myself to just one more, and then call my part of the business off for to-day.”
He loaded himself down with the partridges, though Frank offered to carry one or more for him.
“You’ll need both hands for quick work, if we should happen to start a deer a little later on,” Bluff replied, giving Frank a cheery smile.
“Listen, there goes a gun!” said Frank, soon afterward.
“There’s another—yes, and a whole raft of them!” cried Bluff. “Of course it’s that crowd of Nackerson’s. I’m glad they’re pretty far away from here.”
“Yes, and we’ll make a detour, so as not to get any closer to them,” Frank said, as he changed their course.