THE TURKEY DRIVE 21 



"Or what?" 



But George had turned to help the dog head off 

 some runaways. 



Herbert, picking up a lump of frozen leaves and 

 snow, began to break this in front of the flock to 

 tole them on. 



He had hardly started the birds again, when a 

 long-legged gobbler brushed past him and went 

 swinging down the road, calling, " Quint ! quint ! 

 quint ! " to the flock behind. The call was taken up 

 and passed along the now extended line, which, break- 

 ing immediately into double-quick, went streaming 

 after him. 



Herbert got out of the way to let them pass, too 

 astonished for a moment to do more than watch them 

 go. It was the roosting-cry ! An old gobbler had 

 given it ; but as it was taking him, for once, in the 

 right direction, Herbert ordered back the dog that 

 had dashed forward to head him off, and fell in with 

 George to help on the stragglers in the rear. 



As the laggards were brought up to a slight rise 

 in the road, the flock was seen a hundred yards 

 ahead, gathered in a dark mass about a telegraph- 

 pole ! It could be nothing else, for through the whirl- 

 ing snow the big cross-arms stood out, dim but un- 

 mistakable. 



It was this that the gobbler had spied and started 

 for, this sawed and squared piece of timber, that had 

 suggested a barnyard to him, corn and roost, 



