We shot on steadily, and presently I lost a bird, which came in sharply to the left.
The heap of dead birds, some of them still fluttering in their last gasps, now grew larger at the side of the referee, and the negro boys were perhaps less careful to wring the necks of the birds as they gathered them.

Occasionally a bird was tossed in such a way as to leave a fluttering wing.

Wild pigeons decoy readily to any such sign, and I noticed that several birds, rising in such position that they headed toward the score, were incomers, and very fast.

My seventieth bird was such, and it came straight and swift as an arrow, swooping down and curving about with the great speed of these birds when fairly on the wing.

I covered it, lost sight of it, then suddenly realized that I must fire quickly if I was to reach it before it crossed the score.