WILD LIFE ON THE WING 
. . . twenty he tightened his teeth and fired. 
There was a startled yell, and a crash of 
splintered glass, but the car still came on. Its 
lights shone above him like a pair of eyes, and 
he fired again, and saw one go out. Then, as 
the automobile swerved off the road right upon 
him, he clubbed his gun and struck at it 
savagely. . . . 
The Corr iasc, wheeling down the glen, heard 
a cry and a great splash, then the second light 
went out, and crying harshly to his mate, he 
left Ballongarry. 
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