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Another short interval, and bang, bang, again. 

 This time the cock fell out of cover, and was 

 immediately nailed by the bitch and brought to 

 me. This went on for some time, and my 

 pockets were rapidly filling. 



Presently out rushed Debenham, heated and 

 excited, and on seeing me, called out, " I say, 

 old fellow, deuced unlucky ; here have I killed 

 five or six cocks and only got two." 



I pitied him exceedingly, and seeing he was. 

 really vexed, said, "Just stop a few minutes 

 with me, and I will show you how to bag 

 woodcocks ; I have nine in my pockets, 

 already." 



The words were hardly out of my mouth when 

 bang, bang. "There goes Bob" (my brother), 

 said Jack ; " and there goes Di," said I, giving 

 the bitch the word. In a minute she was back 

 with the bird. There, my boy," I observed, 

 "what do you think of that? You see the 

 knowing George Debenham is to be walked into 

 occasionally." 



" I see it," he answered, " you are an infernal 

 nobbier, and I'll give you twenty-five guineas 

 for Di." 



