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Philip turned and surveyed the newcomers in apparent surprise.

"Are you out gunning?" he asked.

"Yes. I have secured a guide, as you see, fearing I might get lost in
the woods. I believe you know him?"

"I have that honor," said Philip, superciliously.

This was so much in Philip's ordinary style that Harry did not dream
there was any collusion between them, and that Philip was here by
appointment.

"You haven't explained how you happen to be here," said Congreve.

"I? Oh, I had a little headache, and I thought I would take a walk in
the fresh air."

"Won't you join us?" asked Congreve.

"I don't know," said Philip, irresolutely.

Harry, supposing his indecision might spring from a dislike to his
presence, here spoke up:

"Perhaps you won't want me any longer, as you have met Philip."

"Oh, yes I do. He may not care to stay with me all the afternoon, as he
has a headache."

"Probably I shan't be with you more than half an hour," said Philip.
"I'll walk a little way into the wood."

"Come along, then."

So the three passed into the woods together, Congreve in the middle,
with Philip on one side and Harry on the other.

Philip and Congreve engaged in conversation, the latter apparently
forgetting that he had a gun on his shoulder. Harry, however, remembered
that he was guide to a sportsman, and kept on the lookout for birds.

"Hush! There's a partridge," he said, touching Congreve's arm and
pointing to the bird.

James Congreve quickly brought his gun to rest and fired. He had very
little skill, however, and the startled bird flew away, in less danger
than if the gun had been in the hands of Harry.

"I didn't have time to take aim," said Congreve, apologetically. "Can
you shoot?"

"A little," answered Harry, modestly.

"If I had had the gun the bird wouldn't have got away," said Philip,
boastfully.

"Take it, then," said Congreve.

"All right!"

So Philip took the gun and began to look out for birds.

He soon had an opportunity to show his skill. A bird was seen flying
slowly through the air.

"There's your chance, Phil!" said Congreve, quickly.

Philip raised the gun awkwardly, and it went off in quite a different
direction from the one contemplated. But, as luck would have it, a
foolish crow got in the way just at the critical moment, and received
the charge meant for another object.

"There; do you see that?" exclaimed Philip, triumphantly.

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