His time was perfect, and his style at the trap beautiful.

He shot carelessly, but with absolute confidence, and more than half the time he did not use his second barrel.
"Old Virginia never tires," whispered Stevenson.

"He'll come back to you before long, never fear." But Orme made it twenty straight before he came back.

Then he caught a strong right-quarterer, which escaped altogether, apparently very lightly hit.

No one spoke a word of sympathy or exultation, but I caught the glint of Stevenson's eye.