Tom and me fished him up with a pole." Lord Ragnall took the bird and looked at it.

It was almost cold, but evidently freshly killed, for the limbs were quite flexible.
"That turns the scale in favour of Mr.Quatermain," he said, "so, Sir Junius, you had better pay your money and congratulate him, as I do." "I protest," exclaimed Van Koop, looking very angry and meaner than usual.

"How am I to know that this was Mr.Quatermain's pheasant?
The sum involved is more than L5 and I feel it is my duty to protest." "Because my men say so, Sir Junius; moreover, seeing the height from which the bird fell, their story is obviously true." Then he examined the pheasant further, pointing out that it appeared to have only one wound--a shot through the throat almost exactly at the root of the beak, of which shot there was no mark of exit.

"What sized shot were you using, Sir Junius ?" he asked.
"No.

4 at the last stand." "And you were using No.