Two ducks were paddling leisurely toward the shore, as if they did not quite like what had happened, several others had turned upside down and were seen to be minus legs, while still another, with its head blown entirely off, bobbed serenely on the ripples.
"Hulloa, what's this?" cried Kirk. "Did we bag the whole lot?"
A furious barking sounded from a short distance to the right, heavy footsteps were heard crashing through the underbrush, then a pack of nondescript dogs, making the very air ring with their discordant snarls and howls, burst into view, quickly surrounding the astonished hunters.
An instant later, a surprisingly big man, followed by a tall lank youth, dashed at full speed toward them. Both were armed with guns, and their demeanor indicated extreme displeasure.
"There he is, pop," shouted the younger. "I saw that one shoot."
"I SAW THAT ONE SHOOT"