I did not listen to their conversation, till I heard Pereira, who was engaged in some eye-play with Marie, say in a loud voice: "Yes, it was pretty, very pretty, but all the same, Uncle Retief, I claim the match, as I shot six geese against five." "Hans," I said, "bring my geese," and they were brought, each with a neat hole through it, and laid down near those that Pereira had shot.
"Now," I said to Retief, "examine the wounds in these birds, and then that on the second bird which the Heer Pereira killed when he brought down two at once.

I think it will be found that his bullet must have splintered." Retief went and studied all the birds, taking them up one by one.

Then he threw down the last with a curse and cried in a great voice: "Mynheer Pereira, why do you bring shame on us before these two Englishmen?
I say that you have been using loopers, or else bullets that were sawn in quarters and glued or tied with thread.

Look, look!" and he pointed to the wounds, of which in one case there were as many as three on a single bird.
"Why not ?" answered Pereira coolly.

"The bargain was that we were to use bullets, but it was never said that they should not be cut.