"There! there! well done, old Chase--a dead stiff point already, and
Shot backing him as steady as a rail. Step up, Frank, step up quietly,
and let us keep the hill of them."
They came up close, quite close to the stanch dog, and then, but not
till then, he feathered and drew on, and Shot came crawling up till his
nose was but a few inches in the rear of Chase's, whose point he never
thought of taking from him. Now they are both upon the game. See how
they frown and slaver, the birds are close below their noses.
Whirr--r--r! "There they go--a glorious bevy!" exclaimed Harry, as he
cocked his right barrel and cut down the old cock bird, which had risen
rather to his right hand, with his loose charge--"blaze away, Frank!"
Bang--bang!--and two more birds came fluttering down, and then he
pitched his gun up to his eye again, and sent the cartridge after the
now distant bevy, and to Frank's admiration a fourth bird was keeled
over most beautifully, and clean killed, while crossing to the right, at
forty-six yards, as they paced it afterward.
"Now mark! mark, Timothy--mark, Frank!" And shading their eyes from the
level sunbeams, the three stood gazing steadily after the rapid bevy.
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