“Looking for fish, I guess,” said George. “He was wading around in the swamp on those great long legs of his; he looked as if he was on stilts.”
“Grant doesn’t seem very eager, Pop,” remarked Fred. “I wish he’d give us the gun.”
“Come along,” cried Grant. “I’ve been waiting for you to start.”
“Huh,” snorted Fred; “listen to that, I think we ought to have the bird anyway; we discovered him.”
“Did he see you?” asked John. The four boys were now hurrying along guided by Fred who was slightly in the lead.
“I can truthfully say that he did not,” said George decidedly and Fred snickered.
“What’s the matter?” inquired Grant suspiciously. “What are you laughing at?”
“Nothing,” said Fred quickly, but as he looked back at his companions the suspicion of a smile lurked upon his countenance.
“There’s something funny about this,” exclaimed Grant. “I tell you right now that if you two are putting up a game on me there’ll be trouble.”
“I don’t believe they saw a heron at all,” said John.