"I only shot him because Lacy said we were out of meat." "_You_ killed him!" exclaimed Duane.
She gave him a condescending glance; and Scott laughed.
"She and Miller save this establishment from daily famine," he said.
"You have no idea how many deer and boar it takes to keep the game within limits and ourselves and domestics decently fed.

Just look at the heads up there on the walls." He waved his arm around the oak wainscoting, where, at intervals, the great furry heads of wild boar loomed in the candlelight, ears and mane on end, eyes and white sabre-like tusks gleaming.

"Those are Geraldine's," he said with brotherly pride.
"I want to shoot one, too!" said Duane firmly.

"Do you think I'm going to let my affianced put it all over me like that ?" "_Isn't_ it like a man ?" said Geraldine, appealing to Kathleen.

"They simply can't endure it if a girl ventures competition----" "You talk like a suffragette," observed her brother.