"Yes, it’s a very pretty gun, well built and finished, Guy," he remarked. "You’ll have plenty of opportunity of using it at Bamborough. We have lots of feathered game: partridges, pheasants (both of them a kind of francolin), koorhaan--that is, bustards--of various kinds, and numbers of wild guinea-fowl. Then there are plover, "dikkop," and so forth; sand-grouse, wild fowl, when the rains fall and the pans and vleis are full, and various other odds and ends." "My word, uncle," said Guy eagerly, "this is splendid news. I’m especially fond of bird-shooting, and I had no idea you had all this variety." Meantime, Mr. Blakeney had in his turn been looking for a gun-case, which he extracted, after no little trouble, from under the seat. He took out his keys, opened the case, and quickly put together a light small-bore sporting rifle. "Here’s a little surprise I had in store for you, Guy," he said. "We have a deal of time to put in on this journey, and I may as well make the best of it. This is one of the newest small-bore magazine rifles, a sporting Mannlicher, which an old friend of mine, who has tested it, tells me is the best weapon he knows for all kinds of buck up to a hartebeest or koodoo, or even an eland. I sent down to George Rawbone of Cape Town to get it out from England for me. Tom and I each have a Lee-Metford .303 sporting rifle. This, I believe, is even better. It’s from Holland and Holland in Bond Street, and it ought to be a good one. There you are, my boy," he added, putting it into his nephew’s hands. "I hope you’ll like it, and will shoot many a head of game with it. I’ve got plenty of ammunition for you." Guy’s face had lit up with pleasure as his uncle handed him the weapon. "It’s awfully good of you, uncle," he said; "I can’t thank you enough. It’s a lovely rifle," he continued, as he handled the weapon and tried the mechanism. "If I can’t shoot with that, I deserve to be shot myself. I’ve heard one of our fellows talk of the Mannlicher. His father shoots red deer with it in Scotland, and he says it’s a splendid rifle. I’m afraid my Martini-Henry, with its black powder, will have its nose rather put out of joint by this beauty." "No, I don’t think so," replied his uncle. "You will find the Martini still a very useful rifle, although, compared with the new smokeless powder weapons, it produces a lot of smoke, makes a big noise, and has a nasty kick. Some day, when you go into the hunting veldt, you will find it a very good second rifle in reserve; and it’s always well to have a spare arm in case anything goes wrong with your first choice and favourite. The Martini bullet delivers a heavy, smashing blow; and I’m not sure whether for lion, leopard, and elephant, and giraffe and the heavier game, I should not still prefer it."