Don't know about the other barrel." Thorn did know, but used some tact.

"I may have been a trifle slow; my last bird was going very fast." "I expect you saw whose bird it was," Osborn said to the lad who took their guns.
"Yes, sir; Mr.Thorn's, sir." "Oh, well," said Osborn, forcing a smile as he turned to Thorn, "you have youth upon your side.

Anyhow, I don't imagine the others have done much better, and it looks as if we might as well go home.

When the birds broke back we lost the best chance we'll get.

I wonder what spoiled the drive ?" "Something on the old green road, I think.