The boys laughed to see the patch of white tail go bounding
down the old trail along which they were walking.
"I'll choose the next one," declared Harry. "Rabbit stew for supper
wouldn't go so bad! It would help out on canned goods."
"All right, Harry," responded Arnold. "We'll make the limit one rabbit
apiece if you don't mind. We'll have a good supper at that. There's no
use taking home more than we can eat soon."
"Here's mine, then," announced Harry taking quick aim at a fleeing
cotton-tail. "I'll choose this one right here."
As a tribute to Harry's excellent aim the rabbit bounded high in the air
and then rolled over and over lying quite still after falling to the
earth. His career had been stopped instantly.
"I hope I can do as well," was Arnold's pleased comment.
"There's your chance," announced Harry. "See him?"
"Come here, rabbit," cried Arnold taking quick aim.
At his shot the rabbit bounded into the air, falling as had Harry's. But
instead of lying quietly where he had fallen the rabbit struggled and
ran limping away. It seemed impossible for him to go rapidly, however.
He managed to get away just too quickly to be caught. The boys hastened
after their quarry in an effort to end its struggles as much as to
secure the game.
Their chase led them to a low spot where rank grass was growing. The
dead stalks of the previous year's growth were fallen to the earth,
making a dense mat of dried stubble.
"Small chance of finding him in here, Harry," was Arnold's comment.
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