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"I ith pleasure," he said; "Dawson, do we draw for position? Very well then"; and he drew a slip of paper from the box offered by the head keeper

"Nu over his shoulder "Co line, Mr Siward All the positions are round have we ahead, Dawson?"

"Kind o' stiff, Miss," grinned the keeper "Pity your gentleman ain't drawed the , Sir?"

"You have your dog, you know," observed Sylvia de the i, straining at his leash, and wagging frantically, brown eyes fixed on hi hissilence; and presently, side by side, theline where already people were gathering in groups, selecting dogs, fowling-pieces, co the merits of their respective lines of advance

Ferrall, busily energetic, and in high spirits, greeted the their number, seven, where it stood out distinctly above the distant scrub of the foreland

"You two are certainly up against it!" he said, grinning "There's only one rougher line, and you're in for thorns and water and a scraood?" asked Siward

"Good--if you've got the legs and Sylvia doesn't play baby--"

"I?" she said indignantly "Ke, "that your old cup is ours"

"Wait," said Siward, laughing, "we er whatever you dare!"

"Gloves? Stockings?--against a cigarette case?" he suggested

"Done," she said disdainfully,the skirrating into couples, the Page boys with Eileen Shannon and Rena Bonnesdel, Marion Page followed by Alderdene, Mrs Vendenning and Major Belwether and the Tassel girl convoyed by Leroy Morti post, she saw Quarrier and Miss Caithness, Captain Voucher with Mrs Morti across country with glitter and glint of sunlight on slanting gun barrels

And now Ferrall was cli into his saddle beside his pretty wife, who sat her horse like a boy, the white flag lifted high in the sunshine, watching the firing line until the last laggard was in position

"All right, Grace!" said Ferrall briskly Doent the white flag; the far-ranged line started into s at heel