He said also that there was a pheasant in a little copse beside the brook.

We sent him out again to reconnoitre: he returned and repeated that the keeper had gone, and that he thought he saw him enter the distant fir plantations.

So we left the boy to help Little John at the next bury--a commission that made him grin with delight, and suited the other very well, since the noisy guns were going away, and he could use his nets.
We took the lined ferret with us, and started after the pheasant.

Just as we approached the copse, the spaniel gave tongue on the other side of the hedge.

Orion had tied him up to a bush, wishing to leave him with Little John.