"Scott, it's ridiculous to let that child do such silly things----" "Then stop her if you can," said Scott gloomily, following his sister.
"I don't know anything about wild boar, but I suppose straight shooting will take care of them, and Sis can do that if she keeps her nerve." Geraldine, hastening ahead, rifle poised, scanned the woods with the palpitating curiosity of an amateur.

Eyes and ears alert, she kept mechanically reassuring herself that the thing to do was to shoot straight and keep cool, and to keep on shooting whichever way the boar might take it into his porcine head to run.
Scott hastened forward to her side: "Here's the place," he said, looking about him.

"He's concluded to make off, you see.

They usually go off; they only stand when wounded or when they think they can't get away.

He's harmless, I suppose--only it made me very tired to have him act that way.