Here was food for an army, and he quickly secured plenty of it.

The danger of the rifle report was gone, as he had nothing to do but take a stick and knock off a bough as many of the pigeons as he wished.

Then he hastened back to the cabin with his welcome burden.

Paul still slept, and it pleased Henry to give him a surprise.

He kindled the fire afresh, cleaned two of the youngest, fattest, and tenderest of the pigeons, and began to boil them in the pot.
When the water simmered and pleasant odors arose, he was afraid that Paul would awake, as he turned once or twice on his bed and spoke a few incoherent words.