The other bird was with difficulty removed from the quarry, and the hood replaced.
Rupert, after giving the heron's plumes to Adele for her hat, led her back to the pony, Hugh following with the hawk on his wrist, and carrying the two dead birds.
"I am so sorry your hawk is killed," Adele said.
"Yes," Rupert answered, "it is a pity.

It was a fine, bold bird, and gave us lots of trouble to train; but he was always rash, and I told him over and over again what would happen if he was not more careful." "Have you any more ?" Adele asked.
"No more falcons like this.

I have gerfalcons, for pigeons and partridges, but none for herons.

But I dare say Hugh will be able to get me two more young birds before long, and it is a pleasure to train them." Colonel Holliday and Monsieur Dessin met them as they returned to the house.
"What, Rupert! Had bad luck ?" his grandfather said.
"Yes, sir.

Cavalier was too rash, and the quarry killed him." "Hum!" said the old man; "just the old story.