Osborn was slower and swung his barrel.

The sharp reports were echoed from the next butt and a thin streak of smoke that looked gray in the sunshine drifted across the bank of turf.

Two brown objects, spinning round, struck the heath and a few light feathers followed.

The grouse that had escaped went on and got small again.
"Missed with my right," said Osborn.

"Had to shoot on the swing.