OF THE SPEAR 

 one extra spurt, he comes on the pig 

 with a rush, and leaning low he 

 drives his spear-point into the burly 

 flank. It is not a good spear, but it 

 counts as " first." 



At this moment for the first time 

 he sees that Miss Clay, now close 

 above them, is spectator of the 

 game. The magnitude of what he 

 had, in winning first spear, won, 

 now dawns upon him, and as he 

 tosses high his spear, his lungs give 

 vent to an ear-piercing " who-hoop " 

 of exultation. 



Calvert, probably too engrossed in 

 the matter in hand to realise his loss, 

 dashes in, and with a crashing stroke 

 rolls the boar head over heels. But 

 the trees are near ; the pig is up 

 again and quickly in among them. 



