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The first person he encountered in the gun-room was Quarrier, who favoured him with an expressionless stare, then with a bow, quite perfunctory and non-coh that he had not expected to meet Siward at Shotover House

Kemp Ferrall, a dark, stocky, active h the bottoulp, and advanced, one muscular hand outstretched: "Hello, Stephen! Heard you'd arrived, tried the Scotch, and bolted with Sylvia Landis! That's all right, too, but you should have co day Lots of native woodcock--eh, Blinky?" turning to Lord Alderdene; and again to Siward: "You know all these fellows--Morti in his voice; and Leroy Mortilass and cah his shooting-goggles and showing all his teeth like a pointer with a "tic" Captain Voucher, a gentlerooe boys, Willis and Gordon, who shook hands shyly, enchanted to be on easy terms with the notorious Mr Siward And last of all To a pair of trooper's spurs over the floor--relics of his bloodless Porto Rico can with Squadron A

It was patent to every nore Siward's recent foolishness, which indicated that he ood-will of several sets, the orbits of which intersected in the social system of his native city Indeed, the few qualified to snub hi about the matter, and it was not likely that anybody else would take the initiative in being disagreeable to a young man, the fortunes and misfortunes of whose race were part of the history of Manhattan Island Siwards, good or bad, were a un-rooh, and he chose Scotch and found a seat beside Alderdene, who sat biting at a s away like les at everybody

"These little brown snipe you call woodcock," he began; "we bagged nine brace, d'you see? But of all the das and covers--"

"Rotten," said Mortimer thickly; "Ferrall, you're all calf and biceps, and it's well enough for you to go floundering into bogs--"

"Where do you expect to find native woodcock?" derowled Mortimer