“I dare say,” was the reply. “But maybe if you stub your toe a few times, it’ll remind you to find out whether a duck is domestic or wild before you shoot it.”
“Look here, Mr. Whatever-your-name-is,” said Allan, explosively, “you’ll get your old dollar. We’re not thieves. But you’ve got to let him have his shoes and stockings.”
“If I don’t?” asked the man, with a flicker of appreciation in his eyes.
“Why—we’ll just take them, that’s all.”
“I wonder if you could do it?” said the other, measuring the two with his eyes. “I almost believe you could.”
“Well, then—” began Allan.
“But of course you’d get damaged in the process,” continued the other, cheerfully. “Now, look here; you’ve killed my ducks, and it’s only right that you should pay for them. Isn’t that so?”
“Yes; but if we have no money——”
“That’s it,” was the answer. “It doesn’t seem probable that you two students would come six miles from college without any money. Where are you going to get your dinner?”