"Dat make-a free time," he observed, relinquishing the rifle with a regretful sigh.
"Guess I've had enough," said Peter. "You're Vittorio Emanuele, same-a de king, all right. We don't appear to trot in your class. How'd ye learn?"
"All Italian mans know how shoot—learn in de army. I shoot-a long time. Shoot-a Afric'."
"Africa!" said Peter. "You been in Africa?"
"Two time," Vittorio nodded.
"What'd ye shoot there—lions?"
"No, no lion." Vittorio raised his shoulders with a deprecatory air. "Just man."
"Oh!" said Peter. His tone was noticeably subdued.
Mr. Harry Jasper, also attracted by the shooting, came strolling along the beach to see how the match was going, but arrived too late to witness Vittorio's spectacular exhibit. Mr. Harry considered himself a pretty good shot; he had often beaten Peter, and Peter entertained a slightly malicious desire to see him worsted once at his own game.