“There are certain tit-bits they like that way, just as we do our snipe and woodcock and teal—or say we do.”
In truth the groups engaged upon each carcase were not pleasant to the eye—although thoroughly enjoying themselves—and we left them.
“I say, Glanton, though,” he went on, “I believe I came devilish near getting badly mauled by that beastly cow. The nigger who ripped in that assegai did so in the nick of time. I’d like to give him half-a-crown.”
“Hand over then, Sewin. Here’s the nigger.”
“What? You?”
“Me.”
“But the beast was going full bat.”
“Well, a cow’s a good big target even at twenty yards,” I said.
He whistled. “By Jove! I couldn’t have done it.”
For once I was able to agree with him.