"What is it?" asked Slagg eagerly, preparing for action,
"Sure it 's a paycock," said. Flinn.
"A what-cock?" asked Slagg, who afterwards described the noise to be like the flapping of a mainsail.
"A pay-cock. Splendid aitin'. Fire, avic!"
"What! fire at that?" cried Slagg, as a creature of enormous size and gorgeous plumage rose above the bushes. "Ye must be jokin'. I couldn't fire at that."
"Faix, an' ye naidn't fire at it now," returned Flinn with a quiet smile, "for it's a mile out o' range by this time. Better luck—och! if there isn't another. Now, thin, don't be in a hurry. Be aisy. Whatever ye do, be aisy."
While he spoke another huge bird appeared, and as Slagg beheld its size and spreading wings and tail, he took aim with the feelings of a cold-blooded murderer. That is to say, he shut both eyes and pulled both triggers. This double action had become a confirmed habit by that time, and Flinn commended it on the principle that there was "nothin' like makin' cocksure of everything!"
Re-opening his eyes and lowering his gun, Slagg beheld the peacock sailing away in the far distance.
"Sure ye 've missed it, but after all it 's a most
