"
"Very well, as you please!--I'm sure of it, that's all--Lord, Frank, how
we will drink and treat--I shall invite all the town up here to-morrow--
Come!--One more round for luck, and then to bed!"
"Content!" cried A---; "but I mean Mr. Draw to have an argument
to-morrow night about this point of Setter vs. Pointer! How do you say,
Harry?--which is best?"
"Oh! I'll be Judge and Jury,"--answered Archer--"and you shall plead
before me; and I'll make up my mind in the meantime!"
"He's for me, any how,"--shouted Tom--"Darn it all, Harry, you knows you
wouldn't own a pinter--no, not if it was gin you!"
"I believe you are about right there, old fellow, so far as this country
goes at least!"--said Archer--"different dogs for different soils and
seasons--and, in my judgment, setters are far the best this side the
Atlantic--but it is late now, and I can't stand chattering here--good
night--you shall have as much dog-talk as you like to-morrow."
THE OUTLYING STAG
It was still pitch dark, although the skies were quite clear and
cloudless, when Harry, Frank, and the Commodore re-assembled on the
following morning, in Tom's best parlor, preparatory to the stag hunt
which, as determined on the previous night, was to be their first
sporting move in the valley.
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