"Do you think I would do that?"
"You must! You have never shot a turkey—"
"Hush, silly. What pleasure would there be in it without you? Try to see them; look carefully. All those dark furry blotches against the sky are pine leaves, but the round shadowy lumps are turkeys; one is quite clearly silhouetted, now; even to his tail—"
"I believe I do see!" murmured Hamil. "By Jove, yes! Shiela, you're an angel to be so patient."
"I'll take the top bird," she whispered. "Are you ready? We must be quick."
"Ready," he motioned.
Then in the dim light one of the shadowy bunches rose abruptly, standing motionless on the branch, craning a long neck into the moonlight.
"Fire!" she whispered; and four red flashes in pairs split the gloom wide open for a second. Then roaring darkness closed about them.
Instantly the forest resounded with the thunderous racket of heavy wings as the flock burst into flight, clattering away through leafy obscurity; but under the uproar of shot and clapping wings sounded the thud and splash of something heavy crashing earthward; and the Indian, springing from root to tussock, vanished into the shadows.
"Two down!" said the girl, unsteadily. "Oh, I am so thankful that you got yours!"