Off to the left, eh, what?
You handle Sweeper, Jack." "I'll drive the car," said Mrs.Waring-Gaunt.

"Go on with Jack, Kathleen." "Come on, Miss Kathleen, you take the gun, and I'll look after the dog.
Let me have the whistle, Tom." They had not gone ten yards from the car when the setter stood rigid on point.

"Steady, old boy," said Jack.

"Move up quickly, Miss Kathleen.

Is your gun ready?
Sure it's off safe ?" "All right," said the girl, walking steadily on the dog.
Bang! Bang! went Nora's gun.