Did I miss him ?" "Not at all," said Duane, kneeling down while Miller lifted the great fierce head.

"You hit him all right, but it didn't stop him; it only turned him.

Here's your second bullet, too; and Rosalie, yours did the business for him.

Good for you! It's fine, isn't it, Geraldine ?" Grandcourt, flushing heavily, turned to Rosalie and held out his hand.
"Thank you," he said; "the brute was right on top of me." "Oh, no," she said honestly, "he'd missed you and was going straight on.
I don't know how on earth I ever hit him, but I was so frightened to see you go over backward and I thought that he'd knocked you down, and I was perfectly furious----" She gave a little sob of excitement, laughed unsteadily, and sat down on a fallen log, burying her face in her hands.
They knew enough to let her alone and pretend not to notice her.
Geraldine chattered away cheerfully to the two men while the keepers drew the game.

Delancy tried to listen to her, but his anxious eyes kept turning toward Rosalie, and at length, unable to endure it, he went over and sat down beside her, careless of what others might infer.
"How funny," whispered Geraldine to Duane.