8o The Partridge Family 



a reasonable wait, we followed the bevy into the 

 cover. 



" I didn't see her," I remarked ; " couldn't make 

 her out. Did you get her .'' " 



" No, both cocks here. So you still stick to the 

 old lady theory } " 



" Certainly I do ; I'll get her next time, but 

 I'd rather had her now." 



The ground was strewn with logs and small 

 brush piles, and Madge and Joss promptly 

 showed that they knew a thing or two. The 

 dashing, high-headed work of the open changed 

 to a fast but cautious skirmishing — a deadly 

 method in such ground. 



After a period of uncertain progress. Doc asked, 

 " Where's Joss } " Then he whistled sharply, but 

 no Joss appeared. We knew what was up, and 

 at length descried a white point above a distant 

 log. Madge bore off toward it, but before reach- 

 ing the log she stiffened into a showy point be- 

 side a lot of brush. A bird flushed, and Doc 

 killed, Madge still holding the point. A kick 

 at the brush flushed another, which fell to me. 

 After Madge had located the dead, she caught 

 sight of her mate, and promptly backed. 



Moving on to flush, we discovered Joss gamely 

 proving her stanchness. She had stopped while 

 in the act of drawing across a big log, and was 

 standing almost on her head, her hind feet high 



