Worcester Democrat and the ledger-enterprise. (Pocomoke City, Md.) 1921-1953, 1939-04-28
CHAPTER IS

81 come and try to tell Lord Mat
resser that it is too beautiful a day tt
spend thinking of anything but sport
van Westrheene put in with bow O.
welcome. at is a day to roam thu
country with gun on ones shoulder
and to kill. The light is wonderful.
81 was going to the village" Elisa
beth remarked, turning to Matresser
81 wondered if ] could do anything
for your"
+ "Or me?" van Westrehene propos'
, ed. eff there is no shooting / go te
the village, too, I post your letters
/ send your telegrams-what you
WISH"
Matresser smiled. He was begin
ming to find the Dutchman's persist
ence amusing.
"My kilograms are always telephon-
ed to Norwich" he confided land
Yates sees to all the letters. Perhaps
after all, had better accept your in
yitation and take out gun for an
hour"
Excellent" van Westrheene ex-
claimed, rising to his feet.
MAY Gomez" Elisabeth asked.
. "You can beat for us with that
shooting stick" Matresser suggested
with a smile.
"Let me telephone for one of the
lads to hurry up on his bicycle, your
lordship," Humphreys begged, cor let
me come myself
eff you wish will carry the game =
van Westrheen proposed.
"Have it your own way" Matres-
ser agreed.
They strolled across the Park and
reached the lower gate leading into
the wood.
"You take the fourth ride" his host
told van Westrheene. eve will take
the third here. You had better keeI
about fifteen yards ahead of us and
if you were not such devilishly pre-
else shot 1 would ask you to be care
ful because it is rather thin here ano
there and the drives are not cut
straight"
Van Westrheene went off as direct
ed. He had scarcely reached the cor
ner of the ride when he stopped short
looking upwards. His gun FLASHED
into position and pigeon came tumb
ling down. He thrust the bird int
his pocket, reloaded and turned down
the fourth ride according to direc
lions. Matresser gave him shor
start and then strolled on. They hat
barely gone a dozen PAGES when ;
cocker spaniel ranging ahead put VI
a woodcock which Matresser sho
neatly between two trees. A minut
or two later a cock pheasant cam
flying over and fell to Matresser'
first barrel.
"Well, it looks as though we wer'
going to have all we can do thi
morning." he remarked, as he dispos
ed of another woodcock.
After that there was few min
utes hull.
"The Dutchman doesn't seem to b.
getting much" Matresser muttered
81 haven't heard his gun since he sho
that pigeon"
"I wonder where he is" Elisabeth
specialized. "You told him to keel
twenty or thirty yards ahead but
saAnot see him."
Neither can l." her companion ex
claimed with some irritation. "I'n
not surprised. Humphreys was com
planning about him only this morning
He is always about twenty or thirty
yards ahead of the line. I expect ht
Is almost at the other end of the wooC
by now"
He pointed into the wood. Half-a
dozen cock pheasants had risen from
holly bush which should have beer
within a few yards of van Westr
= heene's beat, and a moment later 6
woodcock came lobbing up which Mat
resser, with long shot, secured.
"His bird, but he wasn't there"
Then, for the first time, Matressel
turned his head and looked behint
him down the parallel ride. Almost
at the same instant a little CLEAN Of
sunshine broke through the scanty