ody else, if you will not fancy yourself perfect.
We will all go out together to-day."

And so we all went out together on that fatal day. I did myself credit,
and my master did me justice, and I was happy in my ignorance of coming
events. Craven shot and missed, and shot and missed again; but my
master's laugh stopped him whenever he was beginning to lay the blame on
dog or gun.

"Bad workmen always find fault with their tools, Craven," said my
master. "Take better aim."

John tried to teach him, but he would listen to no advice.

It is seldom that a person's fault or folly injures himself alone, and,
alas for me! I was the victim of Craven's conceit and obstinacy. At his
next fire I felt a pang that I never can forget. His ill-directed shot
had entered my shoulder, and I sank down howling with agony. My
companions instantly surrounded me, uttering exclamations of alarm,
regret, and pity, Craven himself being the foremost and loudest. He
never should forgive himself, he said; it was all his awkwardness and
stupidity; he was never so sorry for any thing in his life.

He ran to a neighbouring cottage for a shutter, while my master and John
bound up the wound. They then placed me carefully on the shutter, and
carried me home, Craven reproaching himself and pitying me every time he
opened his lips. I scarcely knew him for the same person who had been
so conceited and supercilious half an hour before; and even my master,
who was extremely angry with him, grew softened by his penitence.

They carried me two at a time, in turn; and when Craven was walking by
my side, he stroked my head, saying, "Poor Captain, how I wish I could
do any thing to relieve you! if you could but understand how grieved and
ashamed I am, I think you would forgive me."

Though suffering greatly, I could not but be touched by his sorrow; and
when I heard the kind tones of his voice, and saw tears standing in his
eyes, my anger quite melted away, and I licked his hand to show that I
bore no malice.

My accident confined me to the kennel for a considerable time, but every
care and attention was paid me. My master and John doctored my wound,
and Lily brought me my food every day with her own hands. As long as
Craven remained in the house, he never failed to accompany her,
repeating his regret and good-will towards me; and after he had left us
I heard old John observe: "I always thought there was some good in
Master Craven; and his brother is as f