Dick had driven the nail too often to aim at its body;
he aimed at the bird's eye, and cut its head off.
"Fetch it, Crusoe."
In three minutes it was at Dick's feet, and it is not
too much to say that in five minutes more it was in the
pot.
As this unexpected supply made up for the loss of the
meat which Henri had forgotten at their last halting-place,
their equanimity was restored; and while the meal
was in preparation Dick shouldered his rifle and went