"Hullo, Soames, what are you doing here in my patch of country?"
"I hit a Sable bull about two miles back and followed him."
"You hit a bull?"
"Yes, Sir."
"So I have killed your bull for you, have I?"
"Oh no, Sir. It's your bull, of course."
"My dear boy, I know the laws of shooting. Mr. Williams, was this bull hit before I killed him?"
"I'll look, Sir," said Williams, feeling like a detected thief.
Fancy having to say "yes" to the question! There was the bullet hole in the off fore fetlock. What a shot!