Suddenly his reverie was interrupted by the discharge of a gun in the field adjoining the hedge along which he was passing, and the boisterous whirring of a great cock-pheasant over his head, which caused his horse to start and stop short, and to nearly pitch Jorrocks over his head.  The bird was missed, but the sportsman’s dog dashed after it, with all the eagerness of expectation, regardless of the cracks of the whip—­the “comes to heel,” and “downs to charge” of the master.  Jorrocks pulled out his hunting telescope, and having marked the bird down with the precision of a billiard-table keeper, rode to the gate to acquaint the shooter with the fact, when to his infinite amazement he discovered his friend, Nosey Browne (late of “The Surrey"), who, since his affairs had taken the unfortunate turn mentioned in the last paper, had given up hunting and determined to confine himself to shooting only.  Nosey, however, was no great performer, as may be inferred, when we state that he had been in pursuit of the above-mentioned cock-pheasant ever since daybreak, and after firing thirteen shots at him had not yet touched a feather.

His dog was of the right sort—­for Nosey at least—­and hope deferred had not made his heart sick; on the contrary, he dashed after his bird for the thirteenth time with all the eagerness he displayed on the first.  “Let me have a crack at him,” said Jorrocks to Nosey, after their mutual salutations were over.  “I know where he is, and I think I can floor him.”  Browne handed the gun to Jorrocks, who, giving up his hunter in exchange, strode off, and having marked his bird accurately, he kicked him up out of a bit of furze, and knocked him down as “dead as a door-nail.”  By that pheasant’s tail hangs the present one.

Now Nosey Browne and Jorrocks were old friends, and Nosey’s affairs having gone crooked, why of course, like most men in a similar situation, he was all the better for it; and while his creditors were taking twopence-halfpenny in the pound, he was taking his diversion on his wife’s property, which a sagacious old father-in-law had secured to the family in the event of such a contingency as a failure happening; so knowing Jorrock’s propensity for sports, and being desirous of chatting over all his gallant doings with “The Surrey,” shortly after the above-mentioned day he dispatched a “twopenny,” offering him a day’s shooting on his property in Surrey, adding, that he hoped he would dine with him after.  Jorrocks being invited himself, with a freedom peculiar to fox-hunters, invited his friend the Yorkshireman, and visiting his armoury, selected him a regular shot-scatterer of a gun, capable of carrying ten yards on every side.