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276 "Good!" he cried generously;

"Very good," said the voice of his tutor, who had joined the group unnoticed.

"And who are you, my son?" said he kindly to Dolf.

"The cowherd's boy, Father," Hubert interposed.

"And how came you here?" went on Father Johann to the child.

"I was going home, and stopped to watch the young gentleman shoot."

"And to tell the young gentleman that he did not know how?"

Dolf blushed and looked down.

"Never mind," said Conrad, his cheeks as red as the others'. "He is right. I do not shoot well, and he does. Courage, Dolf! Here is another arrow."

"I must go now," said the cowherd's son. "My father will scold me. Good day, sirs!"

He made a gesture of respect, and turned to go.