There was another rustling in the bushes.
Then the fox boy saw some feathers shining in the sun.
“It must be another wild turkey,” said Sharp Eyes to himself. “Oh, I wonder if I can jump on it as my father did! I’m going to try!”
As softly as he could, the fox boy crept up behind the bush. He heard a scratching sound among the dried leaves. He saw more feathers, and something red.
“That’s the funny red thing that hangs down under a turkey’s chin,” said the fox boy to himself. “I am having good luck! Oh, if I can only jump on that bird before he hears or sees me and flies away!”
Nearer and nearer he crept. He could see the big bird now. It did not look exactly like the wild turkey.
“Maybe it’s a new and better kind,” thought Sharp Eyes. “If I get it I’ll bark for my father to come and see what good hunting I can do!”
Nearer and nearer he crept. The big bird which was picking up something from the ground under the bush, and scratching in the leaves, did not seem to hear.
“Ah ha!” whispered Sharp Eyes to himself. “Now for a good dinner for all of us!”
Through the air he jumped, and he landed with his front feet right on the big bird’s back.