"Ugh! you disgusting bad shot.

What is the good of pointing for you?
It's enough to make a dog sick." The covey--or rather the collection of old birds, for this kind of partridge sometimes "packs" just before the breeding season--had scattered all about the place.

It was not long before Pontac found some of them, and this time John got one bird--a beautiful great partridge he was too, with yellow legs--and missed another.

Again Pontac pointed, and a brace rose.

Bang! down goes one; bang with the other barrel.