Levin, in feverish haste, could not restrain himself, got more and more out of temper, and ended by shooting almost without a hope of hitting.

Laska, indeed, seemed to understand this.

She began looking more languidly, and gazed back at the sportsmen, as it were, with perplexity or reproach in her eyes.

Shots followed shots in rapid succession.

The smoke of the powder hung about the sportsmen, while in the great roomy net of the game bag there were only three light little snipe.