Well, just as Slipper flushed the birds, I shouted to Duff that he was shooting out of season.

He missed." "Oh, he was properly wrathful at my spoiling his shot," cried the young man.
"I don't know that I blame him, Barry," said his father thoughtfully.
"It is an annoying thing to be shouted at with your gun on a bird, you know, extremely annoying." "But he was breaking the law, dad!" cried Barry indignantly.
"I know, I know.

But after all--" "But, dad, you can't sit there and tell me that you don't condemn him for shooting out of season.

You know nothing makes you more furious than hearing about chaps who pot chicken out of season." "I know, I know, my boy." The father was apparently quite distressed.
"You are quite right, but--" "Now, dad, I won't have it! You are not to tell me that I had no business to stop him if I could.

Besides, the law is the law, and sport is sport." "I quite agree, Barry.