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"What doing?" inquired Hobson, who was paying more attention to the surveyor's movements than he was to Silas.

"You remember them English pa'tridges he brought over here to stock his woods, the same year he built that big hotel down to the Beach, don't you?" asked Silas, in reply.

"I should say I did," answered Hobson. "You shot the most of them, and I got the rest, all except the few that Dan managed to catch with his snares and that little black dog of his'n. I wish I could see him cleaned out of everything as slick as he was cleaned out of them birds."

"Well, he's got a new supply of them, old man Warren has—six hundred dollars' worth."

Hobson opened his eyes and began taking some interest in what the ferryman was saying to him.

"I am powerful glad to hear it," said he. "If he won't let me keep hotel and support myself, he can just make up his mind that he's got to keep me in grub. I won't allow myself to go hungry while his covers are well stocked, I bet you. I'll earn a tolerable good living by shooting over his grounds this fall and winter."