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thickening storm. But the dog was having all that 

 he could do to keep the stragglers in order ; and 

 George, in the rear, saw that they must stir the 

 flock, for the birds were gradually falling back into 

 a thick bunch before him. 



Hurrying back to the wagon, he got two loaves of 

 bread, and ran ahead with them to Herbert. The 

 famished turkeys seemed to know what he carried, 

 and broke into a run after him. For half a mile they 

 kept up the gait, as both boys, trotting along the 

 road, dropped pieces of bread on the snow. 



Then the whole game had to be repeated ; for the 

 greater part of the flock, falling hopelessly behind, 

 soon forgot what they were running after, and be- 

 gan to cry, " Quint ! quint ! quint ! " the roost- 

 ing-cry ! So, starting again in the rear with the bread, 

 George carried the last of the flock forward for an- 

 other good run. 



" We should win this game," Herbert panted, " if 

 we only had loaves enough to make a few more 

 touch-downs." 



"There 's half an hour yet to play," was George's 

 answer. 



"But what on?" 



" Oh, on our nerve now," the older boy replied 

 grimly. 



" That railroad is not far ahead," said Herbert. 



"Half an hour ahead. We've got to camp by 

 that track to-night or " 



