“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.