I made another mistake for he had so often laughed at me when it was wrong. But the return to the sheep across the valley which we were stalking on that too sunlit Thursday mom. After the rain had left disappeared over the hill tops we made our way slowly around the hill to where he had come, to gain a connecting meadow which should bring us close behind to where again the sheep were sleeping. On the way I was in a fever of useless aim. Ought it to have let that run go? He was just what we wanted for the group, something might happen -- to prevent a shot at the others. It was "a bird in the hand" again, it had proven been false to the north which had so often proven true. Then the "something" that I had feared did happen. We saw a grass cutter with two darks emerge from the left -- straight along the greasy bridge first hundred yards beyond us. righthand straight across the upper edge of the that means we can't whistle for our sheep. Even if he kept right about them they might scent him.