Miss Westonhaugh was speechless with horror at the whole thing, and seemed to cling to her uncle, as if fearing something of the same kind might happen to her at any moment.

Isaacs, as usual the last on the line of beating, came up and called out his congratulations.
"After saving a life so well, Mr.Ghyrkins, you will not grudge me the poor honour of risking one, will you ?" "Not I, my boy!" answered the delighted old sportsman, "only if that mangy old man-eater had got you down the other day, I should not have been there to pot him!" "Great shot, sir! I envy you," said Kildare.
"Splendid shot.

A hundred yards at least," said John Westonhaugh meditatively, but in a loud voice.
So we swung away toward the camp, though it was early.

Ghyrkins chuckled, and the man with the broken bones groaned.

But between the different members of the party he would be a rich man before he was well.