“He’s down behind that rock,” said George. “There he comes.”
“He’d better shoot pretty soon,” chuckled Fred. “The bird will fly away if he isn’t careful.”
“Isn’t this rich?” exclaimed George. “Just think of putting up a game on Grant like this.”
“Look at him!” cried Fred. “He’s almost on his hands and knees now.”
“Shoot, Grant, shoot!” urged George.
Nearer and nearer to the heron Grant crept. He had his gun half raised as he stole along, prepared to shoot at any moment. His three companions intently watched him, thoroughly enjoying the whole affair.
“If he doesn’t shoot pretty soon he’ll see that it’s dead,” said John.
“He’s trying to get up behind that bush, I think,” said George.
“He’s taking a chance,” laughed Fred. “The heron will see him and fly away if he isn’t more careful.”
“There he goes!” exclaimed George. “He’s going to shoot.”