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"Oh, go and pot Beverly Plank's tame pheasants," retorted Ferrall a"

"Not I," said Voucher; "the sport is capital--if one can ars--"

"Oh, everybody ," observed Ferrall; "that is, everybody except Stephen Siith his unholy left barrel Crack! and," turning to Alderdene, "it's like taking money from you, Blinky--which reminds "

His squinting lordship declined and took an easier position in his chair, extending a pair of little bandy legs draped in baggy tweed knickerbockers and heather-spats Morti his skin hiskey, reached for the decanter The aromatic perfume of the spirits aroused Siward, and he instinctively nodded his desire to a servant

"This salt air keeps one thirsty," he observed to Ferrall; then solass at his lips He had already been using the decanter a good deal; except Morti as freely as he

He set his glass on the table thoughtfully; a tinge of colour had crept into his lean checks

Ferrall, too, suddenly unco; severalin every joint the result of the first day's shooting after all those idle roan; Siward followed, leaving his glass untouched

One or two other reeted Siward a one who entleman hite downy chop-whiskers and the profile of a benevolent buck rabbit

"How do you do, Major Belwether?" said Siward in a low voice without offering his hand

Then Major Belwether saw hih Siward continued not to offer his hand, Major Belwether meant to have it, bless your heart! And he fussed and fussed and beaers and pressed it effusively

There was so about his soft, warm hands which had always reminded Siward of the temperature and texture of a newly hatched bird It had been some time since he had shaken hands with Major Belwether; it was apparent that the bird had not aged any

"And now for the shooting!" said the Major with an arch s horn-'Where sleeps the moon On Mona's rill--'

Eh, Siward?

'And here's to the hound With his nose upon the ground--'

Eh, my boy? That reminds me of a story--" He chuckled and chuckled, his lah the pivot-sleeve of Lord Alderdene's shooting-jacket, hooking the other in Siward's reluctant elbow, and driving Mortiarrulously away up the stairs, his lordship's bandy little legs trotting beside hi at every step