Only Lord Ragnall said: "Mr.Quatermain shot more than well.

His performance in the Lake covert was the most brilliant that I have ever seen.

When you went in there together, Sir Junius, you were thirty ahead of him, and you fired seventeen more cartridges at the stand." Then, just as we turned to go, something happened.

The round-eyed Charles ran puffing into the quadrangle, followed by another man with a dog, who had been specially set to pick my birds, and carrying in his hand a much-bedraggled cock pheasant without a tail.
"I've got him, my lord," he gasped, for he had run very fast; "the little gent's--I mean that which he killed in the clouds with the last shot he fired.

It had gone right down into the mud and stuck there.