G. B. Lancaster

“ He took knoll and sharp descent and smothering bush-patches bravely, and his second wind found him undistressed and gaining, inch by inch,
"I hit! I'll swear I hit! Oh-h-h!" The brute stumbled to his knees, rose again and swerved down a long stone gully. Tony put his whole mind-power into his legs.
"A hare runs half-mile after it's dead," he said. "I'm bound to get another shot in sooner or later, and then——"
And then, over spur a full hundred chain nearer the stag, rose Peyton, who fell on his knees and began pumping lead into the valley after the approved manner of a slayer of men. ”

“ Peyton snatched his things from everywhither in the blankest confusion. "You said last night that I could have the Chimney. It's a royal, I tell you. It's a bub-blessed fourteen-pointer. I counted—an' we've never seen more than a ten-tine before. I don't want any breakfast. Where's my——"
"Oh, go slow, for Heaven's sake!" said Tony in the wrath of a hunter. "You won't hit a hill unless it's the size of a mountain if you go losing your head that way. Keep cool, can't you, you silly ass? Of course it's your beat. Who said it wasn't? And don't you go shooting all over the shop, Peyton. ”

“ That was in the Boer war, and no man in New Zealand believed it. Peyton did not himself. But to require of a man that he should both make a story and believe it is pure greed.
Peyton had turned up at Mindoorie Station, in the county of Southland, some three months back, giving Lane of Mindoorie to understand that they were of one blood, and might, with mutual happiness, be of one purse also. He stuck like a burr, and when Walt and Tony Lascelles agreed to take their holiday together that they might shoot red deer in Otago Central, Peyton offered to go with them. ”