This time I allowed the same space to compensate for the object's increased speed and pressed.
Down it came like a stone, falling but a little way behind me with its head knocked off.
"Baas, baas," whispered Hans, "still too far in front.

Why aim at the eye when you have the whole body ?" Again I nodded, and at the same time heaved a sigh of relief.

At least the match was still alive.

Soon a large flight came over, mixed up with mallard and widgeon.

I took the right-hand angle bird, so that it could not be supposed I had "browned the lot," as here in England they say of one who fires at a covey and not at a particular partridge.