Like a flash the second is away to the left.

Bang! after him, and caught him too! Hark to the splash as he falls into the deep water fifty yards away.

And then the mist closes in so densely that shooting is done with for the day.

Well, that right and left has been worth three hours' wait in the wet seaweed and the violent cold that may follow--that is, to any man who has a soul for true sport.
Just such an experience as this had befallen Geoffrey Bingham.

He had bagged his wild duck and his brace of curlew--that is, he had bagged one of them, for the other was floating in the sea--when a sudden increase in the density of the mist put a stop to further operations.