Cock your gun." Nic made the lock click, and felt a thrill of anticipation run through his nerves.
"Whit shall I shoot at, father ?" "Well, you may as well practise at something running or flying." "A bird ?" "Yes, if you see a good specimen.

You may as well collect some of our beautiful birds.

Wait a bit: I dare say we shall see something before long." They paced on for about a quarter of a mile, and then a large animal was startled from out of some bushes, made a flying leap, and then went off in a series of tremendous bounds, and all the faster for the shot Nic fired and which whistled through the air over its head.
"A good miss, Nic," said his father.
"Didn't I hit it, father ?" "No, my boy--not with a single shot, even.

But you see your horse did not move." "I forgot all about that," said Nic.

"I suppose that was a kangaroo, father ?" "No doubt about that, Nic.