"Give me my pistol.

I am going to take it back to father." And away she went.

Rectus and I did not keep up our rifle practice much longer.

We couldn't hit anything, and the thought that, if we should wound or kill a bird, it would be of no earthly good to us or anybody else, made us follow Corny's example, and we put away our gun.

But the other gunners did not stop.