122 A Tired Boy.

 

can’t shoot the creature, You ain’t
afeard, are you ?”

‘Oh, no; little missy was not
afraid. She had heard Thomas’s
gun many a time, and longed to
have the little birds saved.

‘So he very quickly fetched it;
but the first time he fired he only
hit the tree, and frightened the
weasel into a hole.

«« That'sseood,’: he said. "New
I have you, Master Weasel ;” and he
put his gun close to the hole, and
fired again.

‘And then he bade the little girl
look over the wall and see how the
birds were getting on; for he knew
that, though she wanted to save