Tom can take a middle one sitting high, and Sam a middle one sitting low.

All ready ?" "Yes," came the answer, from one after another.
"Then fire when I say three.

One, two--three!" Bang! bang! went the firearms, and as the reports echoed through the forest, two of the wild turkeys were seen to drop dead under the branches upon which they had been sitting.

One, that was badly wounded, fluttered down and began to thrash around in the brush.

The rest of the flock flew away with a rush and were lost to sight between the trees.
"Three! That isn't so bad!" cried Dick, as they all started on a run forward.