By: Erich Maria Remarque
Slowly I take a deep breath and become calmer. Then I hold my breath, whip up the revolver, it cracks, the dog leaps howling to one side, I make for the door of the shed and foll head over heals over one of the scuttering geese.
At full speed I seize it again, and with a swing toss it over the wall and clamber up. No sooner an I on top than the dog is up again as lively as ever and springs at me. Quickly I let myself drop. Ten paces away stands Kat with the goose under his arms. As soon as he sees me we run.
At last we can take a breather. The goose is dead, Kat saw to that in a moment. We intend to roast it at once so that nobody will be any wiser. I fetch a dixie and wood from the hut and we crawl into a small deserted lean to which we use for such purposes. The single window space is heavily curtained. There is a sort of hearth , an iron plate set on some bricks. We kindle a fire.