From time to time a flock of quail arose before them with a whirr and scattered down the fields, reassembling later at the call of their leader, from a rider of the snake fence, which inclosed the field.
"Bob, Bob White," whistled Dannie.
"Bob, Bob White," answered the quail.
"I got my eye on that fellow," said Jimmy.

"When he gets a little larger, I'm going after him." "Seems an awful pity to kill him," said Dannie.

"People rave over the lark, but I vow I'd miss the quail most if they were both gone.

They are getting scarce." "Well, I didn't say I was going to kill the whole flock," said Jimmy.
"I was just going to kill a few for Mary, and if I don't, somebody else will." "Mary dinna need onything better than ane of her own fried chickens," said Dannie.

"And its no true about hunters.