148 “COME DUCK SHOOTING WITH ME” 
perfect order how many quail do you reckon you could 
eat a day?”’ 
I kept a discreet silence; what was the use in arguing 
with a man like that. 
It was time to start on our drive home when Red 
pointed a covey and Betty backed. The birds made 
an irregular straggling rise in little bunches from two 
to five. G. Dan made a double. Dad followed suit. 
Then it was up tome. Two quail rose together. One 
fell to the right barrel and as the other dodged around 
a small bush I fired and he was mine. G. Dan whistled 
but Dad and I gave three rousing cheers. 
G. Dan drove me to the depot. We were just in time 
to catch the train. I shook hands with G. Dan and 
said, ‘‘I’ve had a splendid time and must thank you 
and Dad for all your kindness.”’ 
‘‘Fine,’’ said G. Dan. 
‘“‘T shall look forward to coming again next fall,” I 
cried through the window as the train started. 
“‘Fine,’’ said G. Dan. 
