There were two cries heard, the cry of a hare in pain, which is dreadful, the cry of a man in agony, which is worse.
"Good heavens! I have hit a beater!" exclaimed Sir Geoffrey.

"What an ass the man was to get in front of the guns! Stop shooting there!" he called out at the top of his voice.

"A man is hurt." The head-keeper came running up with a stick in his hand.
"Where, sir?
Where is he ?" he shouted.

At the same time, the firing ceased along the line.
"Here," answered Sir Geoffrey angrily, hurrying towards the thicket.
"Why on earth don't you keep your men back?
Spoiled my shooting for the day." Dorian watched them as they plunged into the alder-clump, brushing the lithe swinging branches aside.

In a few moments they emerged, dragging a body after them into the sunlight.