"I guess," said Stedman, with a sigh, "that we will have to
give him a little practical demonstration to help matters. I
am sorry, but I think one of those goats has got to die. It's
like vivisection. The lower order of animals have to suffer
for the good of the higher."
"Oh," said Bradley, Jr., cheerfully, "I'd just as soon shoot
one of those niggers as one of the goats."
So Stedman bade the King tell his men to drive a goat toward
them, and the King did so, and one of the men struck one of
the goats with his spear, and it ran clumsily across the
plain.
"Take your time, Bradley," said Gordon. "Aim low, and if you
hit it, you can have it for supper."
"And if you miss it," said Stedman, gloomily, "Messenwah may
have us for supper."
The Hillmen had seated themselves a hundred yards off, while
the leaders were debating, and they now rose curiously and
watched Bradley, as he sank upon one knee, and covered the
goat with his rifle. When it was about one hundred and fifty
yards off he fired, and the goat fell over dead.
And then all the Hillmen, with the King himself, broke away on
a run, toward the dead animal, with much shouting.
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