"But to be frank, when I made it I was thinking of pheasants, as no doubt Sir Junius was also.
Therefore, if the counting is correct, there is a dead heat and the wager falls through." "I am sure we all appreciate the view you take of the matter," said Lord Ragnall, "for it might be argued another way.

In these circumstances Sir Junius keeps his L5 in his pocket.

It is unlucky for you, Quatermain," he added, dropping the "mister," "that the last high pheasant you shot can't be found.

It fell into the lake, you remember, and, I suppose, swam ashore and ran." "Yes," I replied, "especially as I could have sworn that it was quite dead." "So could I, Quatermain; but the fact remains that it isn't there." "If we had all the pheasants that we think fall dead our bags would be much bigger than they are," remarked Van Koop, with a look of great relief upon his face, adding in his horrid, patronizing way: "Still, you shot uncommonly well, Quatermain.

I'd no idea you would run me so close." I felt inclined to answer, but didn't.