Chapter 4

"In-var-i-ably, and got it off the ground and delivered it to the owner, for that was the rule of the game. Sometimes he had a precious near squeak, and Avington, who was going off his head at the time, tried to pot him--shot a gillie in the leg too. But Jim always won out. I should think he was the best _shikari_ God ever made." "Is that true, Archie?" Lamancha's voice had a magisterial tone. "True--as--true. I know all about it, for Wattie Lithgow, who was Jim's man, is with me now. He and his wife keep house for…