Ten emus came to water; shot twice with rifle at them, but missed.
Looking back, Andy saw a rifle pitch to the shoulder of the deputy.
He could follow his target as though a magnetic power attracted his rifle.
Andrew sat in the dark, hurriedly going over his rifle and his revolver.
Then, hardly looking at his target, he snapped his rifle back to his shoulder and fired.
Andrew sat with the butt of his rifle ground into his forehead.
From this position he commanded with his rifle the sweep of hillside all around the cabin.
They remembered the rifle of Andrew and had gone on without making a sign.
There was a wild yell; Andrew was stopped in mid-air by a rifle thrust into his stomach.
The white man, too, dropped to the ground, throwing his rifle forward.