Mary Grant, under Blake's directions, got the animal silhouetted against the moon, and saw clearly enough the sharp nose, round ears, plump body, and prehensile tail of the unfortunate creature who, as Poss said, looked as if he were wishing for a pair of wings.
Blake turned to Mary.

"Do you want to stop and see it killed ?" he said.
"It's rather a murderous business.

The 'possum has no chance.

One of the boys will go up the tree and shake the branch till the 'possum falls off, and when it falls the dogs will kill it." "No, I don't think I would like to see it.

I have seen so many things killed since I came here.