The wind moaned and whistled through the branches of the trees around the cottage, and sent the big drops of rain rattling against the window.

It was a wild time to go hunting, and some boys would have preferred tumbling back into bed again.

But Frank and his cousin had made up their minds that if any one got a shot at the geese, they were to be the ones.
As soon as they were dressed, Frank led the way into the kitchen, and, while he was lighting a fire, Archie brought out of the pantry a pan of milk, two spoons and bowls, and a loaf of bread.

He was so impatient to "get a crack at the geese," as he said, that, although he was very fond of bread and milk, he could scarcely eat at all.
"I'm afraid some one will get the start of us," he exclaimed, noticing that his cousin, instead of being in a hurry, was taking matters very coolly.
"What if they do ?" answered Frank, deliberately refilling his bowl from the pan.

"We shall stand just as good a chance as they do.