"Quick! out of sight!" he cried, and dragged the others behind some
trees.
"What did you see?"
"Several goats. Perhaps, if we are careful, we can get a shot at
them. Fresh goat meat won't go bad."
"What's the matter with capturing some of the goats and getting the
milk?" came from Sam.
"You'll have a job catching wild goats," answered Captain Blossom.
"They are as fleet of foot as deer."
It was decided to try two shots at the goats, providing they could
get close enough. With care they plunged into the undergrowth and
made their way back up the hillside until they thought they must be
within fifty yards of the game.
"There they are!" cried Tom softly.
Bang! went the captain's gun, and crack! Tom fired immediately after.
Two of the goats were hit, and one fell dead. The other staggered
away with a broken foreleg.
"We must get that second fellow!" cried Sam, and rushed after the
game. The goat tried to turn on him, but Sam hit the beast over the
head with a club he carried. Two other blows finished the animal.
"That isn't bad," said the captain. "They both look to be young. They
ought to make good eating."
"We are going to have no easy work of it, getting these animals down
to the shore," said Tom.
"After we get them to the shore, what then?" questioned his brother.
"We can't keep them in the boat all the time that we are exploring
the other islands."
"We had best make a trip back to the house," answered Captain Blossom.
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