The people to our left have been blazing away like Coney Island, but Rena's guide says the ferns are full of rabbits that way, and Major Belwether can't hit fur afoot.

You," she added frankly to Siward, "ought to take the cup.

The birches ahead of you are full of woodcock.

If you don't, Howard Quarrier will.

He's into a flight of jack-snipe I hear." Siward's eyes had suddenly narrowed; then he laughed, patting Sagamore's cheeks.