144 WARWICK WOOBLANDS, 



4i Well ! you can't hit four, no how /" 



" Will you bet " 



Sartain !" 



" Very well Done Twenty dollars I will stake against al 

 the liquor we drink while we're here. Is it a bet ?" 



" Yes ! Done !" cried Tom " at the first shot, you know ; I 

 gives no second chances." 



" Very well, as you please ! I'm sure of it, that's all- 

 Lord, Frank, how we will drink and treat I shall invite all the 

 town up here to-morrow Come ! One more round for luck, 

 and then to bed !" 



" Content !" cried A ; " but I mean Mr. Draw to have 



an argument to-morrow night about this point of Setter vs. 

 Pointer ! How do you say, Harry ? which is best ?" 



" Oh ! I'll be Judge and Jury," answered Archer "-and 

 you shall plead before me ; and I'll make up my mind in the 

 meantime !' J 



" He's for me, any how," shouted Tom " Darn it all, 

 Harry, you knows you wouldn't own a pinter no, not if it was 

 gin you !" 



*' I believe you are about right there, old fellow, so far as this 

 country goes at least ! J> said Archer " different dogs for 

 different soils and seasons and, in my judgment, setters are 

 far the best this side the Atlantic but it is late now, and I 

 can't stand chattering here good night you shall have as 

 much dog-talk as you like to-morrow." 



THE OUTLYING STAG. 



IT was still pitch dark, although the skies were quite clear and 

 doudless, when Harry, Frank, and the Commodore re-assembled 

 on the following morning, in Tom's best parlor, preparatory to 

 the stag hunt which, as determined on the previous night, was 

 to be their first sporting move in the valley. 



Early, however, as it was, Timothy had contrived to make a 

 glorious fire upon the hearth, and to lay out a slight breakfast of 

 biscuits, butter, and cold beef, flankecl by a square case-bottle of 

 Jamaica, and a huge jorum of boiled milk. Tom Draw had not 

 yet made his appearance, but the sound of his ponderous tram r 



