“It’s a pity that it’s not good to eat.”
“Oh! you may eat it, sir; I don’t say it’s not fit to eat, but there are other things much better.”
“That’s quite sufficient for me, Martin,” said Emma, “I shall not taste him; at all events not this time, whatever I may have to do by-and-bye.”
“I spoke to old Bone, sir, and he says it’s all right; that he won’t keep him more than a day without first sending him to you to ask leave.”
“That’s all I require, Martin.”
“They have been out these two days, and had only just come home when I arrived there. The game was still in the wood.”
“I shot a deer,” said John.
“You shot a deer, John!” said Alfred; “why, what a useful fellow you will be by-and-bye.”
“Yes, sir; old Malachi told me that the boy had shot a deer, and that he would bring it here to-morrow himself.”
“I’m glad of that, for I wish to speak with him,” said Mr Campbell; “but, John, how came you to take the rifle with you without leave?”