She leaned forward and glanced across the line at Miller, who caught her eye and signalled significantly with one hand.
"Be ready, Delancy," she whispered.

"There's a boar somewhere ahead." "How can you tell ?" "I can scent him.

It's strong enough in the wind," she added, wrinkling her delicate nose with a smile.
Grandcourt sniffed and sniffed, and finally detected a slight acrid odour in the light, clear breeze.

He looked wisely around him; Geraldine was skirting a fallen tree on her skis; he started on and was just rounding a clump of brush when there came a light, crashing noise directly ahead of him; a big, dark, shaggy creature went bounding and bucking across his line of vision--a most extraordinary animal, all head and shoulders and big, furry ears.
The snapping crack of a rifle echoed by the sharp racket of another shot aroused him to action too late, for Miller, knife drawn, was hastening across the snow to a distant dark, motionless heap; and Geraldine stood jerking back the ejector of her weapon and throwing a fresh cartridge into the breach.
"My goodness!" he faltered, "somebody got him! Who fired, Geraldine ?" She said: "I waited as long as I dared, Delancy.

They go like lightning, you know.