My two pirate mates came down to the beach joyously, and helped us unload. It seemed that they had made something of a hunt already, for with much pride Jean now displayed to me certain birds, proof of his own prowess with his shotgun. "Some of 'em's good to eat," said he. "Regular greenheads, like we get up North."
As she drove up and down, she walked hatless in the sun. Her hair was down, and hung forward in two braids. She wore the snug jersey that had been her mother's. Her skirt was tucked up, back and front, to be out of the way. It disclosed no red flannel petticoat, however. Not far away was Simon, a starling riding him to gobble the greenheads as they bit.
There was not much to it; but invariably a small bunch of fat old greenheads were loafing in the sun. It now became, not a question of game, for it was always there, but a question of getting near enough to shoot.
We saw a flock of mallards alight in the short marsh grass and when I fired at least five hundred greenheads, yellow-nibs, and pintails rose in a brown cloud. Crouched behind the salt mounds, we had splendid shooting and then rode on to join the carts, our ponies loaded with ducks and geese.