What a covey! twelve brace if there was a bird, and they had all been lying beak to beak in a space no bigger than a cart wheel.

Up went John's gun and off too, a little sooner than it should have done.
"Missed him clean! Now then for the left barrel." Same result.

We will draw a veil over the profanity that ensued.

A minute later and it was all over, and John and Pontac were regarding each other with mutual contempt and disgust.
"It was all you, you brute," said John to Pontac.

"I thought you were going to run in, and you hurried me." "Ugh!" said Pontac to John, or at least he looked it.