262 TEN YEARS OF GAME-KEEPING 
‘turned and fled away down the ride, and I emptied 
a third cartridge at an opportune moment, so that 
there should be no jealousy. We watched those 
two dogs clear right out of the wood, with their tails 
very much between their legs, towards a big dell of 
mine on the boundary. While this dell was being 
driven in, just before my shoot began, my mate 
came across a dead dog, and some of the beaters 
saw it, too. From their description there was little 
doubt that it was one of the dogs I had stung up a 
few days before—a big collie, sheep-dog-goodness- 
knows-what-else brute. You may be sure that after 
the shoot I lost no time in going to have a look for 
myself. There was not much doubt that it was one 
of my brace. There was a close-range shot-wound 
in its brain, which gave me a double feeling of 
relief. 
I heard a great deal more than pleased me about 
a dog which was found dead, with a swollen head 
and neck, in a ditch next a fence of wire-netting 
which marked the boundary between my ground 
and another keeper’s. This dog had been a great 
nuisance to me, and I had complained about it 
more than once. ‘To deny to his owner that I had 
a hand in the dog’s death was useless, so I told him 
that I ought to have dealt with the dog years before, 
adding that it rested with him to prove that I had 
done so now. The true cause of the brute’s death 
was a collision with a single strand of wire, and that 
