"You mustn't ever think we're infallible, us white hunters," said Harry. "And we miss the easy shots, too. Old Phil Percival tells how he went to get a wildebeest to put out for a lion kill. Phil walked out from the car and this wildebeest was sitting on the plain. Phil sits down on his haunches, really screws himself into the ground, takes careful aim and lets fly. Bang. The wildebeest looks at him. Nothing. Phil reloads. Bang. Nothing happens. Five times. His magazine's empty. He gets up and dusts himself off, and the client shouts from the car, 'Phil, c'mon, keep on. You've got him worried.' "