"Are there many buffalo, sir, in Jersey?" inquired Captain Cannon, of Alfred.
"Considerable," replied Alfred. "But not so many as there were. They are gradually being killed off."
"When in India," continued the captain, "I shot a tiger before breakfast, regularly, every day, for a year."
"Come, come! That is drawing the long bow," said Mr. Twinkle. "I shot a lion once a week, while in Africa, for six months, but a tiger every day, is too much."
"Fact, I assure you, sir."
"I can quite believe it," said Professor Mole. "For when I was in China I used to kill a score of alligators, every day, just to keep my hand in."
"Well, gentlemen," exclaimed Alfred, "suppose you show your skill on the buffalo."
They all jumped up, grasped their rifles, took a supply of cartridges, and started for the park in which the big game were grazing.
It was raining slightly, and Mr. Mole provided himself with an umbrella, which did not add to his sportsmanlike appearance.
The professor also carried a note-book, in which to record any interesting fact concerning the day's hunt, so that he could send a report to the President of the Travelers' Club.