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going to stand Sir Junius Fortescue and you back in the covert, where
the lake.html">lake against this wind. What is more, I am coming with you, if I
any more to-day."
"I fear that you will be disappointed," I said nervously.
"Oh, no, I sha'n't," he answered. "I tell you frankly that if only you
pheasant shot of the lot of us. At present you don't quite understand
Have a glass of cherry.html">cherry brandy; it will steady your nerves."
I drank the cherry brandy, and presently off we went. The covert we
morning, must have been nearly a mile long. At the top end it was
Here it ran into a horse-shoe shaped piece of water.html">water.html">water that was about
this water, but on its farther side.html">side, in such a position that the
top of a slope, Van Koop and I, however, were ordered to take our
tongue in little glades in the woodland, having the lake to our right
that the guns below us on its farther side could note all that we did
recognized my friend the gunsmith, were gathered in a place where,
the boat, however, which was to row us across the water, an incident
yards clear of a belt of tall trees, when from far away on the other
of the red-waistcoated Jenkins, who was engaged in superintending the
the covert.
"Look out, Mr. Quatermain, they are coming this way," said Lord
them in a long, straggling line, travelling at I know not what speed,
first bird, which fell at my feet. I fired again, and another fell
passed over me high up. Then, wheeling round, I covered the last
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