It was so close when I fired that the charge cut away the quills of a wing.

It fell, just inside the line, with its head up, and my gatherer pounced upon it like a cat.

The decision of the referee was prompt, but even so, it was almost lost in the sudden stir and murmur which arose behind us.
Some one came pushing through the crowd, evidently having sprung down from one of the carriages.

I turned to see a young girl, clad in white lawn, a thin silver-gray veil drawn tight under her chin, who now pushed forward through the men, and ran up to the black boy who stood with the bird in his hand, hanging by one wing.

She caught it from him, and held it against her breast, where its blood drabbled her gown and hands.