I hate to be backed out of my own property." Geraldine, rather relieved, yet ashamed not to do all she could, began to walk toward a clump of low hemlocks.

She had heard that wild boar take that sort of cover.

She did not really expect to find anything there, so when a big black streak crashed out ahead of her she stood stock still in frozen astonishment, rifle clutched to her breast.
"Shoot!" shouted her brother.
"Oh, dear, oh, dear," she said helplessly, "he's gone out of sight! And I had such a splendid shot!" She stamped with vexation.

"What a goose!" she repeated.

"I had a perfectly splendid shot.