"Go wid me--me show you." Then he was sure she was up to something.

He rose from where he was sitting, and, rifle in hand, walked a
little way in the wood. She looked round once or twice, and continued
advancing a few minutes after they were out of sight of Alice and
her mother.

She held the hand of the youth, who acted as if he was a bad boy
being led to punishment. He started to ask a question, but she
checked him by raising her forefinger and a "S--h!" and he did not
presume again.

Finally she stopped among a number of trees where several trunks
were two or three feet in diameter. Stepping behind one, she motioned
him to do the same with another a few yards off. Surveying him a
moment, as if to make sure he was doing right, she suddenly emitted
a sound from between her lips, which caused Ben Ripley to utter
the exclamation under his breath--"Well, by gracious! If that
doesn't beat everything!"

"Why don't shoot?" she abruptly asked.

The call made by Linna was the exact imitation of a wild turkey
when lost in the woods. Perhaps you may know that the body of every
one of those birds contains a bone which a hunter can so use as to
make the same signal; but it is hard to produce the sound without
such help, though it has been done.

Linna had succeeded to perfection.