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"Not my wood, it's master's." "Well, he wouldn't mind." "And I've got young fezzans in coops all about the place." "Well, we don't want the pheasants." "I should think not, indeed; and just you look here: I see you've got that chap Magglin up at work in your garden again; you just tell him from me that if ever I see him in our woods, I'll give him a peppering with small shot."
"Oh, I won't touch them," I said eagerly. "You see the master says they do no end of good, killing the mice and young rats." "And I say they do no end of mischief, killing the young partridges and fezzans and hares," said the keeper. "Better not let me get a sight o' one down our woods." The man wiped his face again with his hand, and looked at us both attentively.
"No, sir; I was taking the gun to pieces, and she Oh!" "Bear up, man, bear up." "I'll I'll never go poaching any more," groaned Magglin, and his head fell back. "Never with two arms, my lad," said the keeper. "Poor fellow! my fezzans do tempt 'em. He's fainted. Could you take the lantern, sir, and find your way to my cottage?" "Yes," I said eagerly; "what shall I do?"
I should only go out about six miles from shore, and keep close in, so as to land every night to get grub, or anything else. P'r'aps to go shooting. My father's got an old gun a fine un. Think I don't know what I'm about? Shoots hares with it, and fezzans. "There's another!" he exclaimed, as he hooked and landed an unfortunate little perch, which he threw into his basket with a look of disgust.
Think I've been out in the woods with father after the fezzans, and stopping out all night, without knowing a howl?" Dexter felt quite warm now. "I never heard one before, and it frightened me." "Yes, you're easily frightened," said Bob contemptuously. "You haven't been to sleep, have you!" "Yes, I have." "Then you oughtn't to have been.
I heard the shooting o' my fezzans, and I come on with this stick. You see I've no gun, and you, too, young gents?" "Yah! you shot him," groaned the man, who was evidently in great pain; "and then you knocked me down with the bar'l o' the gun." "Oh, come, that won't do, lad," cried Lomax; "that was a cut from the left. I gave you that, my lad, to keep you from shooting me."
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