Horticulture had never interested me especially, but just at this moment I think a tree, even a thorn tree, would have been a pleasant subject for intimate study.

However, to make a long story longer, I shot him at a hundred yards and felt certain that both shells struck.

Yet he wheeled around and, stumbling occasionally, was off like a railway train.

Again we followed, two miles of desperate tramping in that merciless sun, up hills and down hills, until finally we entirely lost all trace of him.

It was now two o'clock.