“Will he, sir? Thought it was golden-green birds with long tails. Quizzals. That one’s got hardly any tail at all.”
“He wants these too,” I said, closing the breech of my gun. “Come along.”
“But how about that there big cat, sir? He’s gone down that way.”
“We must fire at it if it comes near again, or you must throw your hat,” I said, laughing.
“All right, sir, you know. Only if he or she do turn savage, it might be awkward.”
“I don’t think they’re dangerous animals, Pete,” I said; “and we must have that other bird, and we may put up more. Here, I’ll go first.”
“Nay, play fair, Master Nat,” said Pete; “let’s go side by side.”
“Yes, but a little way apart. Open out about thirty feet, and then let’s go forward slowly. I think we shall find it among those trees yonder.”
“The big cat, sir?” said Pete.
“No, no!” I cried; “the other bird, the cock of the rocks. Now then, forward.”