CHAPTER VII 
WONDERFUL WORK 
HE farmer on whose land we 
hunted joined us in the afternoon, 
taking John Reymiller’s place, and 
we got four cock pheasants among the party, 
three of which furnished particularly good 
dog work. We were walking four abreast 
through the same field in which that morn¬ 
ing Byrd had pointed the whole flock of 
pheasants, when suddenly a cock bird flushed 
wild and flew directly broadside to our party, 
thus giving each one a shot in turn. 
Mr. King brought him down—but the 
minute he struck the ground was off like a 
streak of greased lightning. I raced after 
him like a wild Indian. He started turning 
to the left and quickly disappeared in the 
weeds. Byrd, who was ahead of me, 
wheeled and shot straight down the field in 
the opposite direction. Her little tail was 
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