human
What shall we do now?
gpt
We can't go much further, said Frank, drawing a flap of his coat over his gun, to protect it from the rain.
human
There isn't a stump, or even a tuft of grass, in the meadow large enough to cover us. Besides, if we undertake to climb over the fence, every crow will be out of sight in a moment; then good-by, owl.
gpt
He wouldn't fly off, would he?
human
I should say he would, answered Frank, with a laugh.
gpt
He'd leave like a streak of lightning.
human
That's news to me. I always thought owls couldn't see in the day-time. Natural history says so.
gpt
I know it, said Frank.
human
But there is one thing certain: they must be able to see a little, or else their sense of smell or hearing is very acute for it is very difficult to get a shot at them, even in the day-time. That one in our museum led me a chase of half a day before I shot him, and I had a rifle, too.
gpt
What is to be done now? inquired Archie.
human
We don't want to stand here in the rain much longer.
gpt
We must wait until he flies into the woods, or somewhere else, so that we can get a shot at him.
human
I can make him fly. I've killed squirrels further off than that, many a time. Suppose I shoot at him?
gpt
Shoot away; but you must remember that an owl and a squirrel are two different things. The thick feathers of the owl will glance a charge of shot that would blow a squirrel to pieces.
human
Now's our time, said Frank.
gpt
Come on!