So we went, to find it laid out in endless lines upon the snow-powdered grass in the quadrangle of the castle, arranged in one main and two separate lots.
"Those are yours and Sir Junius's," said Scroope.

"I wonder which of you has won.

I'll put a sovereign on you, old fellow." "Then you're a donkey for your pains," I answered, feeling vexed, for at that moment I had forgotten all about the bet.
I do not remember how many pheasants were killed altogether, but the total was much smaller than had been hoped for, because of the gale.
"Jenkins," said Lord Ragnall presently to Red Waistcoat, "how many have you to the credit of Sir Junius Fortescue ?" "Two hundred and seventy-seven, my lord, twelve hares, two woodcocks, and three pigeons." "And how many to that of Mr.Quatermain ?" adding: "I must remind you both, gentlemen, that the birds have been picked as carefully as possible and kept unmixed, and therefore that the figures given by Jenkins must be considered as final." "Quite so," I answered, but Van Koop said nothing.

Then, while we all waited anxiously, came the amazing answer: "Two hundred and seventy-seven pheasants, my lord, same number as those of Sir Junius, Bart., fifteen hares, three pigeons, four partridges, one duck, and a beak--I mean a woodcock." "Then it seems you have won your L5, Mr.Quatermain, upon which I congratulate you," said Lord Ragnall.
"Stop a minute," broke in Van Koop.

"The bet was as to pheasants; the other things don't count." "I think the term used was 'birds,'" I remarked.