288 The Sporting Dog 



settled a half-mile away. Boy was waved an order 

 to follow. He had been watching the bird and 

 saw where it went down. He ran in a straight 

 line until he was within a hundred yards. Then 

 he slowed down to a trot and began quartering 

 cautiously, coming nearer the bird with every 

 turn. 



" That old cock will flush wild all day. We'll 

 never get him, and it's no use keeping after him. 

 But I call that a rather nice piece of bird sense 

 for a fast dog." The chicken flushed wild, to be 

 sure, and the dog was called in. 



" If you never saw a dog that would drive a 

 man to drink, you'll see one now." 



Two dogs were put out. One was a clean- 

 limbed, racy pointer bitch ; the other was a very 

 handsome blue belton setter dog. 



" This setter is a grandson of Monk of Fur- 

 ness, crossed on Gath's Mark blood. He is an 

 extra good bird dog, but so jealous that he must 

 get in front or die trying." 



The dogs went out gayly, the pointer at a 

 remarkably fast and smooth gait. In a few 

 minutes she had a point near the heavy grass at 

 the edge of the bottom. 



" Never mind her. It's quail. Watch that 

 brute." 



The setter caught sight of the point, flattened 

 on the ground like a greyhound, and dashed 



