It seemed impossible that any living creature bigger than an ant could conceal itself on that bare, arid sand stretch, but the ticked dog was standing rigid, nose pointing almost between his forefeet, and the red dog was backing him, tail like a ramrod, right forefoot doubled, jaws a-slaver.
The girl glanced sideways at Hamil mischievously.
"What are we shooting for, Mr.Hamil ?" "Anything you wish," he said, "but it's yours anyway--all I can give.

I suppose I'm going to miss." "No; you mustn't.

If you're out of practice remember to let them get well away.

And I won't shoot a match with you this time.

Shall I flush ?" "I'll put them up.