Lord Hurst couldn't help but feel more than a little angry that his guest would continue to shoot. "Harold, another gun, if you would?" He said, passing the useless firearm back to the waiting servant, and taking the new one, studying it a moment.
"I did not think you would be so desperate to win our bet that you would not wait for your opponent to rearm, my Lord." He said drily, as he loaded this one after inspecting it carefully, and raised it to his shoulder, aiming for one of the few rabbits left at the hedge and taking the shot.