With care they plunged into the undergrowth and made their way back up the hillside until they thought they must be within fifty yards of the game.
"There they are!" cried Tom softly.
Bang! went the captain's gun, and crack! Tom fired immediately after.
Two of the goats were hit, and one fell dead.

The other staggered away with a broken foreleg.
"We must get that second fellow!" cried Sam, and rushed after the game.

The goat tried to turn on him, but Sam hit the beast over the head with a club he carried.

Two other blows finished the animal.
"That isn't bad," said the captain.

"They both look to be young.