I've taken ten shells to an old drummer in hard wood or short pines." He smiled to himself, adding: "A drove of six in the open got off scot free a little while ago.

Miss Landis saw it." That he was inclined to turn it all to banter relieved her at once.

"It was pitiable," she nodded gravely to Marion; "his nerve left him when they made such a din in the briers." Miss Page glanced at her indifferently.
"What I need is practice like the chasseurs of Tarascon," admitted Siward.
"I willingly offer my hat, monsieur," said Sylvia.
Marion Page, impatient to start, had turned her tailor-made back to the company, and was instructing his crestfallen lordship very plainly: "You fire too quickly, Blinky; two seconds is what you must count when a grouse flushes.

You must say 'Mark! Right!' or 'Mark! Left! Bang!'" "I might as well say 'Bang!' for all I've done to-day," he muttered, adjusting his shooting-goggles and snapping his eyes like fury.

Then exploding into raucous laughter he moved off southward with Marion Page, who had exchanged a swift handshake with Siward; the twins followed, convoying Eileen and Rena, neither maiden excitedly enthusiastic.