LE LONG DU SENTIER 



shot was no easy one. The gentleman 

 fired once and again, while the creature 

 kept moving off, and at length someone 

 else took a hand, till a bullet from one 

 rifle or the other finished the business. 

 Off went the men to the gralloching, and 

 as they were ploughing through the 

 heavy snow, the interf erer called after 

 them, "I think you will find that Mon- 

 sieur got him with the third shot.'' 



(The rifles were of very different cali- 

 bres.) On returning they confirmed this 

 theory, there was but the one bullet 

 hole, and it was clear who had fired the 

 shot, for they had found the bullet. So 

 were all happy and content. Just a day 

 later, when driving in with the car- 

 casses, there was a sudden and most 

 irrelevant burst of laughter from the 

 gillie. Having conquered this to the 

 point of being able to speak, he told how 

 the cue had been taken, and the little 

 farce planned and played. "One bullet 

 hole, assuredly, yes, only one, but not 



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