Another bird did not linger, but rose behind Levin without the dog.

When Levin turned towards it, it was already some way off.

But his shot caught it.

Flying twenty paces further, the second grouse rose upwards, and whirling round like a ball, dropped heavily on a dry place.

"Come, this is going to be some good!" thought Levin, packing the warm and fat grouse into his game bag.