Then, indeed, it was _sauve qui peut_, for the ground was full of holes here and there, though there were grass-stretches as well on which all rode with loose rein, the two whose falcons were sprung always in front, according to custom, and the rest in a medley behind.

Away then went the birds, pursued and pursuers, till, like a falling star the falcon stooped, and then, maybe, the other a moment later, down upon the quarry; and a minute later there was the falcon back again shivering with pride and ecstasy, or all ruffle-feathered with shame, back on his master's wrist, and another torn partridge, or maybe two, in the bottom of the lad's bag; and arguments went full pelt, and cries, and sometimes sharp words, and faults were found, and praise was given, and so, on for another pair.
It was but natural that Robin and Marjorie should compete one against the other, for they were riding together and talked together.

So presently Mr.Thomas called to them, and beckoned them to their places.
Robin set aside Agnes on to the cadge and chose Magdalen, and Marjorie chose Sharpie.

The array was set, and all moved forward.
It was a short chase and a merry one.

Two birds rose from the heather and flew screaming, skimming low, as from behind them moved on the shadows of death, still as clouds, with great noiseless sweeps of sickle-shaped wings.