I presently got a shot at a peafowl, and killed her with my rifle.

The shot was no sooner fired than I heard another shot in the jungle, in the direction taken by my friend.

My rifle was still unloaded when a spotted doe bounded out of the jungle, followed by a white pariah dog in full chase.

Who would have dreamt of meeting with a dog at this distance from a village (about four miles)?
I whistled to the dog, and to my surprise he came to me, the deer having left him out of sight in a few seconds.

He was a knowing-looking brute, and was evidently out hunting on his own account.