Just at this moment, however, George and Fred appeared. They came out of the clump of trees behind the tent and seemed very much excited about something.
“Hey, Grant!” called Fred. “Where’s the gun?”
“Right here. What’s the matter?”
“Do you remember what you said about wanting to shoot one of those big herons and have it stuffed?”
“Yes. Why?”
“Well, Pop and I discovered one just now in that little marsh over on the other side of the island.”
“Bring the gun along and maybe you’ll get a shot at it,” exclaimed George. “You’d better hurry though.”
“He won’t be there now,” said Grant.
“Why won’t he?” demanded Fred. “You won’t get him if you sit there and do nothing, like a great big galoot though. Let me have the gun if you don’t want it yourself.”
“Oh, I’ll go with you,” exclaimed Grant rising to his feet. “I don’t think for a minute he’ll still be there though. What was he doing?”