The first pale
gray bar that heralded the dawn was just showing in the cast.
"Thar they are," said Tom Ross, pointing at the dozen dark blots
on the high bough.
"We'll take good aim, and when I say 'fire!' we'll both pull
trigger," said Henry.
He picked out a huge bird near the end of the line, but be
noticed when be drew the bead that a second turkey just behind
the first was directly in his line of fire. The fact aroused his
ambition to kill both with one bullet. It was not a mere desire
to slaughter or to display marksmanship, but they needed the
extra turkey for food.
"Are you ready, Tom?" he asked. " Then fire."
They pulled triggers, there were two sharp reports terribly loud
to both under the circumstances, and three of the biggest and
fattest of the turkeys fell heavily to the ground, while the rest
flapped their wings, and with frightened gobbles flew away.
Henry was about to rush forward, but Silent Tom held him back.
"Don't show yourself, Henry! Don't show yourself!" he cried
in tense tones.
"Why, what's the matter?" asked the boy in surprise.
"Don't you see that three turkeys fell, and we are only two to
shoot? An Injun is layin' 'roun' here some whar, an' he drawed a
bead on one uv them turkeys at the same time we did.
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