And now, you see, I have succeeded."
"Well, Humphrey, you beat us, I will say," said Edward. "Shall I shoot
him?"
"Yes, now that he is looking up."
Edward shot his ball through the forehead of the animal, which fell
dead: but they were then obliged to go home for the pony and cart, and
ropes to get the animal out of the pit, and a hard job they had of it
too; but the pony helped them, and they did get it out at last.
"I will do it easier next time," said Humphrey. "I will make a
windlass as soon as I can, and we will soon hoist out another, like
they turn a bucket of water up from a well"
"It's nice young meat," said Jacob, who was skinning the bull, "not
above eighteen months old, I should think. Had it been a full-grown
one, like that we shot, it must have remained where it was, for we
never could have got it out."
"Yes, Jacob, we should, for I should have gone down and cut it up in
the pit, so that we would have handed it out by bits, if we could not
have managed him whole."
They loaded the cart with the skin and quarters of the animal, and
then drove home.
"This will go far to pay for the gun, Humphrey," said Jacob, "if it
don't pay for more." "I am glad of it," said Humphrey, "but I hope it
will not be the last which I take.
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