Mr. Cooke at once began a tirade against the residents of Asquith for permitting a sandy and generally disgraceful condition of the roads. So roundly did he vituperate the inn management in particular, and with such a loud flow of words, that I trembled lest he should be heard on the veranda.

Basically, two people together shoot at a third, who has the Link, and the third then gets to aim and fire the supershot.

'Tis fit to crack the flags so you'll not be wantin' your brolly.

It was very singular; I don't know why he did it.