Down he came, shot straight through the breast.

Then I knew that I had got my nerve, and felt no more fear.
To cut a long story short, although two of them were extremely difficult and high, one being, I should say, quite a hundred and twenty yards above me, and the other by no means easy, I killed the next three birds one after the other, and I verily believe could have killed a dozen more without a miss, for now I was shooting as I had never shot before.
"Say, nephew Allan," asked Retief curiously in the pause between the fifth and sixth shots, "why do your geese fall so differently to Hernan's ?" "Ask him! don't talk to me," I answered, and next instant brought down number five, the finest shot of the lot.
A sound of wonder and applause came from all the audience, and I saw Marie wave a white handkerchief.
"That's the end," said the referee.
"One minute before you stir," I answered.

"I want to shoot at something else that is not in the match, just to see if I can kill two birds with one bullet like the Heer Pereira." He granted my request with a nod, holding up his hand to prevent the audience from moving, and bidding Pereira, who tried to interrupt, to be silent.
Now, while the match was in progress I had noticed two falcons about the size of the British peregrine wheeling round and round high over the kloof, in which doubtless they bred, apparently quite undisturbed by the shooting.

Or, perhaps, they had their eyes upon some of the fallen geese.

I took the rifle and waited for a long while, till at last my opportunity came.