Third 'Arry. You'd ha' copped 'im if yer'd bin a bit quicker.
Jim (annoyed). They keep on movin' so, they don't give a bloke no chornce!
Second 'Arry. 'Ave a go at that old owl.
[Alluding to a tin representation of that fowl which remains stationary among the painted rushes.
Third 'Arry. No—see if you can't git that stuffed bear. He's on'y a yard or two away!
An Impatient 'Arry (at doorway). 'Ere, come on! Ain't you shot enough? Shake a leg, can't yer, JIM?
Second 'Arry. He's got to kill one o' them rabbits fust. Or pot a tin lion, JIM? You ain't afraid!
Jim. No; I'm goin' to git that owl. He's quiet any way.
[Fires. The owl falls prostrate.
Second 'Arry. Got 'im! Owl's orf! JIM, old man, you must stand drinks round after this!