“Look here, doctor,” cried Claude, “while you are preaching to Paddy there, I’ll have a shot.”
“By all means, let us have a specimen.”
“And troth,” said Paddy, “we’ll have a specimen for the cook’s coppers, doctor dear, as well as for the good of science.”
At the very first rifle shot, one of their number bit the dust; but, strange to say, the others fled not. They looked wild and startled, and in dread terror they sniffed at the blood of their dead companion, but they stood still.
Another was shot, and another; then at last there was a wild stampede, not from, but down towards our sportsmen.
Were they charging to take revenge on the murderers of their companions?
Claude thought so. The surgeon knew better.
“Stand aside quickly!” he cried.
Hardly had they rushed a little way up the bank ere the whole herd rolled past.