"Bang, bang," both barrels, and his first bullet it seems went through the cask of sulphur, smashed out a stave from the further side, and filled the air with yellow dust.

Redwood had kept his gun in hand and let fly at something grey that leapt past him.

He had a vision of the broad hind-quarters, the long scaly tail and long soles of the hind-feet of a rat, and fired his second barrel.

He saw Bensington drop as the beast vanished round the corner.
Then for a time everybody was busy with a gun.

For three minutes lives were cheap at the Experimental Farm, and the banging of guns filled the air.