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'If you are awake very early to-morrow, sir, just look out of your window--you can see the poultry-yard from it, and you will see a sight that you have never seen before!'
'I have seen many things, Michel, including sixteen changes of governments, and to see something I have never seen before I would gladly sit up the whole night!'
'There is no need for that--I can wake you at the right time.'
The next day at early dawn, Michel awoke me.
'I am ready, Michel,' said I, coming to the window.
'Wait, wait! let me open it very gently. If Pritchard suspects that he is watched, he won't stir; you have no idea how deceitful he is.'
Michel opened the window with every possible precaution. From where I stood, I could distinctly see the poultry-yard, and Pritchard lying in his couch, his head innocently resting upon his two fore-paws. At the slight noise which Michel made in opening the window, Pritchard p.r.i.c.ked up his ears and half opened his yellow eye, but as the sound was not repeated he did not move. Ten minutes afterwards we heard the newly wakened hens begin to cluck. Pritchard immediately opened both eyes, stretched himself and stood upright upon his three feet. He then cast a glance all round him, and seeing that all was quiet, disappeared into a shed, and the next moment we saw him coming out of a sort of little window on the other side. From this window Pritchard easily got upon the sloping roof which overhung one side of the poultry-yard. He had now only to jump down about six feet, and having got into the inclosure he lay down flat in front of the hen-house, giving a little friendly bark. A hen looked out at Pritchard's call, and instead of seeming frightened she went to him at once and received his compliments with apparent complacency. Nor did she seem at all embarra.s.sed, but proceeded to lay her egg, and that within such easy reach of Pritchard that we had not time to see the egg--it was swallowed the same instant. She then retired cackling triumphantly, and her place was taken by another hen.
'Well, now, sir,' said Michel, when Pritchard had swallowed his fourth egg, 'you see it is no wonder that Pritchard has such a clear voice.
You know great singers always eat raw eggs the first thing in the morning.'
'I know that, Michel, but what I don't know is how Pritchard proposes to get out of the poultry-yard.'
'Just wait and see what the scoundrel will do.'
Pritchard having finished his breakfast, or being a little alarmed at some noise in the house, stood up on his hind leg, and slipping one of his fore-paws through the bars of the gate, he lifted the latch and went out.
'And when one thinks,' said Michel, 'that if anybody asked him why the yard door was left open, he would say it was because Pierre had forgotten to shut it last night!'
[Ill.u.s.tration: PRITCHARD AND THE HENS]
'You think he would have the wickedness to say _that_, Michel?'
'Perhaps not to-day, nor yet to-morrow, because he is not come to his full growth, but some day, mind you, I should not be surprised to hear him speak.'
VIII
Before going out to shoot that day, I thought it only right to give M.
Charpillon an account of Pritchard's proceedings. He regarded him, therefore with mingled feelings, in which admiration was more prominent than sympathy, and it was agreed that on our return the dog should be shut up in the stable, and that the stable-door should be bolted and padlocked. Pritchard, unsuspicious of our designs, ran on in front with a proud step and with his tail in the air.
'You know,' said Charpillon, 'that neither men nor dogs are allowed to go into the vineyards. I ought as a magistrate to set an example, and Gaignez still more, as he is the mayor. So mind you keep in Pritchard.'
'All right,' said I, 'I will keep him in.'
But Michel, approaching, suggested that I should send Pritchard home with him. 'It would be safer,' he said. 'We are quite near the house, and I have a notion that he might get us into some sc.r.a.pe by hunting in the vineyards.'
'Don't be afraid, Michel; I have thought of a plan to prevent him.'
Michel touched his hat. 'I know you are clever, sir--very clever; but I don't think you are as clever as that!'
'Wait till you see.'
'Indeed, sir, you will have to be quick, for there is Pritchard hunting already.'
We were just in time to see Pritchard disappear into a vineyard, and a moment afterwards he raised a covey of partridges.
'Call in your dog,' cried Gaignez.
I called Pritchard, who, however, turned a deaf ear.
'Catch him,' said I to Michel.
Michel went, and returned in a few minutes with Pritchard in a leash.
In the meantime I had found a long stake, which I hung crosswise round his neck, and let him go loose with this ornament. Pritchard understood that he could no longer go through the vineyards, but the stake did not prevent his hunting, and he only went a good deal further off on the open ground.
From this moment there was only one shout all along the line.
'Hold in your dog, confound him!'
'Keep in your Pritchard, can't you! He's sending all the birds out of shot!'
'Look here! Would you mind my putting a few pellets into your brute of a dog? How can anybody shoot if he won't keep in?'
'Michel,' said I, 'catch Pritchard again.'
'I told you so, sir. Luckily we are not far from the house; I can still take him back.'
'Not at all. I have a second idea. Catch Pritchard.'
'After all,' said Michel, 'this is nearly as good fun as if we were shooting.'
And by-and-bye he came back, dragging Pritchard by his stake.
Pritchard had a partridge in his mouth.
'Look at him, the thief!' said Michel. 'He has carried off M.
Gaignez's partridge--I see him looking for it.'
'Put the partridge in your game-bag, Michel; we will give him a surprise.'
Michel hesitated. 'But,' said he, 'think of the opinion this rascal will have of you!'
'What, Michel? do you think Pritchard has a bad opinion of me?'
'Oh, sir! a shocking opinion.'
'But what makes you think so?'
'Why, sir, do you not think that Pritchard knows in his soul and conscience that when he brings you a bird that another gentleman has shot, he is committing a theft?'
'I think he has an idea of it, certainly, Michel.'
'Well, then, sir, if he knows he is a thief, he must take you for a receiver of stolen goods. Look at the articles of the Code; it is said there that receivers are equally guilty with thieves, and should be similarly punished.'