He granted my request with a nod, holding up his hand to prevent the audience from moving, and bidding Pereira, who tried to interrupt, to be silent.

Now, while the match was in progress I had noticed two falcons about the size of the British peregrine wheeling round and round high over the kloof, in which doubtless they bred, apparently quite undisturbed by the shooting.  Or, perhaps, they had their eyes upon some of the fallen geese.  I took the rifle and waited for a long while, till at last my opportunity came.  I saw that the larger hen falcon was about to cross directly over the circle of its mate, there being perhaps a distance of ten yards between them.  I aimed; I judged—­for a second my mind was a kind of calculating machine—­the different arcs and speeds of the birds must be allowed for, and the lowest was ninety yards away.  Then, with something like a prayer upon my lips, I pressed while every eye stared upwards.

Down came the lower falcon; a pause of half a second, and down came the higher one also, falling dead upon its dead mate!

Now, even from those Boers, who did not love to see an Englishman excel, there broke a shout of acclamation.  Never had they beheld such a shot as this; nor in truth had I.

“Mynheer Retief,” I said, “I gave you notice that I intended to try to kill both of them, did I not?”

“You did.  Allemachte! you did!  But tell me, Allan Quatermain, are your eye and hand quite human?”

“You must ask my father,” I answered with a shrug as I sat myself down upon my stool and mopped my brow.

The Boers came up with a rush, Marie flying ahead of them like a swallow, and their stout womenfolk waddling behind, and formed a circle round us, all talking at once.  I did not listen to their conversation, till I heard Pereira, who was engaged in some eye-play with Marie, say in a loud voice: 

“Yes, it was pretty, very pretty, but all the same, Uncle Retief, I claim the match, as I shot six geese against five.”

“Hans,” I said, “bring my geese,” and they were brought, each with a neat hole through it, and laid down near those that Pereira had shot.  “Now,” I said to Retief, “examine the wounds in these birds, and then that on the second bird which the Heer Pereira killed when he brought down two at once.  I think it will be found that his bullet must have splintered.”

Retief went and studied all the birds, taking them up one by one.  Then he threw down the last with a curse and cried in a great voice: 

“Mynheer Pereira, why do you bring shame on us before these two Englishmen?  I say that you have been using loopers, or else bullets that were sawn in quarters and glued or tied with thread.  Look, look!” and he pointed to the wounds, of which in one case there were as many as three on a single bird.

“Why not?” answered Pereira coolly.  “The bargain was that we were to use bullets, but it was never said that they should not be cut.  Doubtless the Heer Allan’s were treated in the same way.”