“By Jove, Greenoak,” said Sir Anson Selmes, “we thought we’d got a few record bird-shots this side of the water. But even they don’t touch you. Why, man, I don’t believe you’ve let a bird go by this morning; all killed dead too—no runners.”
The two were walking together, gun on shoulder, an old and favourite pointer of Sir Anson’s trotting4 at their heels. The morning’s shoot was over and they were making for the spot where, in the cool shade of a spreading tree, luncheon5 was laid out and waiting. About half a field off our friend Dick was converging6 on the rendezvous7, with the keepers and dogs, apparently8 engaged in animated9 converse10 with the former.
“Oh, as to that, Sir Anson, you couldn’t miss a bird with a gun like this,” was the modest reply; the gun being, in fact, one of a valuable pair which had been sprung upon Harley Greenoak as a surprise present from Dick and his father conjointly.
“And as to that,” rejoined the latter, “there are a good many men who’d miss a good many birds with a gun like that or any other. But how things shape themselves. When I turned the lad over to you, I knew he’d find plenty of adventure, and perhaps some risk, but the last thing I ever dreamed of him finding was a bride—and such a bride—ha-ha! And the daughter of an old brother officer of mine, at that. Why, I had almost forgotten Brandon’s very existence.”
“Well, when I saw how things were tending, it gave me some anxious times, I allow,” said Greenoak, “recognising that fathers are fathers, and naturally like to have a say in such matters. All the same, I tell you candidly11, Sir Anson, that from the first I thought Dick would be extremely lucky if ever he managed to bring that off.”
“And you thought right. Lucky dog indeed. Why, the girl is a treasure.”
It was even as the old gentleman had said. He had held an Army commission in his younger days, and he and Hazel’s father had been subalterns together. But the latter, tired of waiting for his step, had exchanged into a regiment12 ordered to the Cape3 on active service, and at the close of hostilities13 had sold out, married, and settled down as a colonist14, and a very fairly successful one he became. All this had come out in the course of Dick’s engagement, and Sir Anson, delighted at the prospect15 of once more foregathering with his former comrade-in-arms, had concluded to take a run out and look into matters himself. His welcome had been all that he could have desired, and Hazel won the old man’s heart—even as she had won that of his son—on sight. Thus everything ran on oiled wheels, culminating in a big wedding at the nearest district town, at which nothing would satisfy Dick but that Harley Greenoak should officiate as his best man. And the latter, ruefully comic over the incongruity16 of the r?le in his case, was obliged to comply.
“Hallo, dad!” now sang out Dick, as they all met at the rendezvous. “Has Greenoak been ‘wiping your eye,’ or is it t’other way on?”
“No, certainly not the other way on, Dick,” was the answer. “Greenoak’s a record. But—hasn’t Hazel come yet?”
“N-no. Wait though—oh—yes. There she is. I hear wheels.”
A minute later and a neat dog-cart drove up, halting at a gate on the further side of the field. Hazel had alighted before Dick could get there, and as the pair returned together, laughing and talking, the two older men watched them, each with his own particular form of satisfaction at his heart.
“What a couple they make,” said Greenoak, more to himself than to the other. But it was overheard and heartily17 seconded.
Hazel was looking lovely in her fresh, plain, summer costume, which set off her dark, piquante beauty to perfection.
“Good sport?” she cried merrily. “Ah, yes, rather,” as her eyes fell upon the rows of “little brown birds” laid out upon the grass with a few hares and a rabbit or two. Then, still laughing and talking, she set to work, aided by Dick, to extract and lay out the contents of the hampers18, and soon there was popping of champagne19 corks20, and the glasses creamed with their fizzing contents, and all fell to with a good appetite.
“There’s something very restful about this English scenery,” remarked Greenoak, gazing dreamily out over the rich meadowland and soft, towering foliage21, to where, away in the distance, the gables and chimneys of the Hall were irregularly glimpsed.
“Yes, and to-day might almost be an African day,” said Dick. “It’s so still and lovely, and cloudless.”
“Oh, talking of Africa,” cried Hazel, “I’ve just got a lot of news—mail letters—came soon after you had started. Dick—Mr Greenoak—what do you think? Elsie is going to be married!”
“No!” shouted Dick; and he threw back his head and roared. “Oh, that’s good. Who to?”
“I don’t remember the man, but he was one of the party who came to our rescue that night. He’s got a farm in the Chalumna district.”
“He didn’t see the play she made with that axe,” laughed Dick. “That might have scared him off—eh?”
“Perhaps that constituted the attraction, Dick,” said Sir Anson. “Useful sort of wife to have, you know, in such a troublesome neighbourhood.”
“She says that now her ‘bairn’ has left her—that’s me,” went on Hazel—“she might as well look out for herself. And so—she did.”
“What a howling joke!” cried Dick. “Good old Elsie! We’ll ship her out no end of a tea-service—and things—eh, dad? What other news, dear?”
“The Commandant has resigned.”
“Pity, fine old boy the Commandant. Why did he chuck?”
“He couldn’t pull with the present Government. They hampered22 him too much.”
“Beastly shame! They don’t know a good man when they’ve got him. Who succeeds him—Chambers?”
“No, they’ve put in another man. Mr Ladell has been promoted Inspector23. Oh—and that man who helped you in that absurdly foolhardy adventure, Dick—Sketchley—has been made a sergeant24. That’s all the F.A.M. Police news.”
“That part’s good, anyway. What about the Commandant? Hasn’t he got anything better?”
“There’s some talk of giving him Basutoland.”
“Oh, well, that’s not so bad. The fine old chap’ll have lots of time to hunt butterflies and lizards25 up there.”
“They say there’s likely to be trouble up there,” went on Hazel. “Now, Mr Greenoak, what will South Africa do without its ‘providence’?”
“Yes. I knew that,” said Greenoak, ignoring the last question. “The Commandant and I have often talked it over as more than a possibility.”
“Then you’ll be there, old chap,” cried Dick. “Oh, for certain you’ll be there.”
“Maybe. I’m thinking of returning soon.”
“Not until you’ve had some pheasant shooting, Greenoak,” said Sir Anson. “I swear you shan’t go from here till you’ve had some pheasant shooting, and that won’t be just yet. So you’re anchored for the present, you see. Now,” he went on, “fill the glasses. I’m going to propose a toast. Here it is. ‘All our good friends across the water, coupled with the name of Harley Greenoak.’”
The latter looked, if he could look such a thing, a trifle nervous.
“I can’t make a speech, Sir Anson,” he said, when they had drunk it. “Well, since I took charge of Dick there, I discovered more than once the truth of what you told me at the time. He certainly has an amazing aptitude26 for getting into holes, but then he manages to get himself out again.” (“Or you do it for him, old chap,” interrupted Dick.) “Well, then, as you have coupled your toast with the name of Harley Greenoak, I reply by proposing another toast, and that is ‘Harley Greenoak’s Charge.’”
“Here, Dick,” said Sir Anson, “open another bottle or so, and give the men a brimming bumper27 apiece. They must drink this toast too. I forgot in the other case, but they can drink Greenoak’s health as a toast to itself afterwards.”
The keepers and watchers, who were eating their lunch under a tree a little way apart, were called up and duly supplied with the invigorating sparkle. Then the health was drunk with enthusiasm—
“Harley Greenoak’s Charge!”
The End.
![](../../../skin/default/image/4.jpg)
点击
收听单词发音
![收听单词发音](/template/default/tingnovel/images/play.gif)
1
turnips
![]() |
|
芜青( turnip的名词复数 ); 芜菁块根; 芜菁甘蓝块根; 怀表 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
2
haze
![]() |
|
n.霾,烟雾;懵懂,迷糊;vi.(over)变模糊 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
3
cape
![]() |
|
n.海角,岬;披肩,短披风 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
4
trotting
![]() |
|
小跑,急走( trot的现在分词 ); 匆匆忙忙地走 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
5
luncheon
![]() |
|
n.午宴,午餐,便宴 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
6
converging
![]() |
|
adj.收敛[缩]的,会聚的,趋同的v.(线条、运动的物体等)会于一点( converge的现在分词 );(趋于)相似或相同;人或车辆汇集;聚集 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
7
rendezvous
![]() |
|
n.约会,约会地点,汇合点;vi.汇合,集合;vt.使汇合,使在汇合地点相遇 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
8
apparently
![]() |
|
adv.显然地;表面上,似乎 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
9
animated
![]() |
|
adj.生气勃勃的,活跃的,愉快的 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
10
converse
![]() |
|
vi.谈话,谈天,闲聊;adv.相反的,相反 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
11
candidly
![]() |
|
adv.坦率地,直率而诚恳地 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
12
regiment
![]() |
|
n.团,多数,管理;v.组织,编成团,统制 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
13
hostilities
![]() |
|
n.战争;敌意(hostility的复数);敌对状态;战事 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
14
colonist
![]() |
|
n.殖民者,移民 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
15
prospect
![]() |
|
n.前景,前途;景色,视野 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
16
incongruity
![]() |
|
n.不协调,不一致 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
17
heartily
![]() |
|
adv.衷心地,诚恳地,十分,很 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
18
hampers
![]() |
|
妨碍,束缚,限制( hamper的第三人称单数 ) | |
参考例句: |
|
|
19
champagne
![]() |
|
n.香槟酒;微黄色 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
20
corks
![]() |
|
n.脐梅衣;软木( cork的名词复数 );软木塞 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
21
foliage
![]() |
|
n.叶子,树叶,簇叶 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
22
hampered
![]() |
|
妨碍,束缚,限制( hamper的过去式和过去分词 ) | |
参考例句: |
|
|
23
inspector
![]() |
|
n.检查员,监察员,视察员 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
24
sergeant
![]() |
|
n.警官,中士 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
25
lizards
![]() |
|
n.蜥蜴( lizard的名词复数 ) | |
参考例句: |
|
|
26
aptitude
![]() |
|
n.(学习方面的)才能,资质,天资 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
27
bumper
![]() |
|
n.(汽车上的)保险杠;adj.特大的,丰盛的 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
欢迎访问英文小说网 |