'It's going to be a stalk now,' whispered Roy, and dropping on hands and knees, crept cautiously over the side of the gully.
On the ridge he stopped.
'Hang the luck!' he muttered. 'They've gone a lot farther than I reckoned. They're a couple of hundred yards away, and still moving. What's worse, the two gullies bend away from one another, and there's no cover to speak of.'
Ken crept up alongside, and took a look.
'It's a bit awkward,' he admitted. 'But they're taking it easy. We ought to be able to make fair practice from here.'
Roy nodded.
'All right. You take the left-hand man. I'll try for the right.'
A couple of seconds pause, then the two rifles spoke at once. Ken's man went down like a log, but Roy apparently missed his.
Roy gave an angry exclamation and took a rapid second shot.
'Hurrah—nailed him that time,' as he saw the man go over like a shot rabbit.