"How fer?"
"Oh, a long way."
A huge shadow swept over the house, thrown by a buzzard sailing
with magnificent ease high above them. Thinking that he might
disturb its flight, Clayton rose and cocked his rifle.
"Ye're not going to shoot at that?" said the old woman, grinning.
The girl had looked toward him at last, with a smile of faint
dension.
Clayton took aim quickly and fired. The huge bird sank as though
hit, curved downward, and with one flap of his great wings sailed
on.
"Well, ef I didn't think ye had hit him!"said the old woman, in
amazement. "You kin shoot, fer a fac'."
Easter's attention was gained at last. For the first time she looked
straight at him, and her little smile of derision had given way to a
look of mingled curiosity and respect.
"I expected only to scare him," said Clayton.