“Oh, it was easy. Sweeper had them fast,” said Kathleen. “And that last shot was just awfully good luck.”
“Good luck! Good Lord! it was anything but luck. It was great shooting. Well, come along. Oh, we're going to have a glorious day, aren't we, partner?” And catching hold of her arm, he gave her a friendly little shake.
“Yes,” she cried, responding frankly to his mood, “we will. Let's have a good day.”
“Where did you learn to shoot?” inquired Jack.
“Nora and I have always carried guns in the season,” replied Kathleen, “even when we were going to school. You see, Larry hates shooting. We loved it and at times were glad to get them—the birds, I mean. We did not do it just for sport.”
“Can your sister shoot as well as you?”
“Hardly, I think. She pulls too quickly, you see, but when she steadies down she will shoot better than I.”
“You are a wonder,” said Jack enthusiastically.
“Oh, not a wonder,” said the girl.
“Wait till I get the birds back to the car,” he cried.