I seen him shoot two eggs off two bottles at fifty yards over his shoulder.

The lefthand dead shot.

Though he was slightly hampered by an occasional stammer and his gestures being also clumsy as it was still he did his best to explain.

Bottles out there, say. Fifty yards measured. Eggs on the bottles. Cocks his gun over his shoulder. Aims.

He turned his body half round, shut up his right eye completely. Then he screwed his features up someway sideways and glared out into the night with an unprepossessing cast of countenance.

Pom! he then shouted once.

The entire audience waited, anticipating an additional detonation, there being still a further egg.