shooting-stick

And, rising, he closed the handle of his shooting-stick.

Swan Song 2004

A lady sitting on a shooting-stick to her right said:

Flowering Wilderness 2004

Opening the handle of his shooting-stick, he sat down on it, to contemplate the oozy green on the sides of the emptied lock and dabble one hand in the air.

Swan Song 2004

But there was no chance of that; Lady Lacklander turned and with a single powerful wrench tore the shooting-stick from its bondage.

Scales of Justice Marsh, Ngaio, 1895-1982 1955

Alleyn carried the shooting-stick by its middle and Fox the sketching gear.

Scales of Justice Marsh, Ngaio, 1895-1982 1955

“Because, my good Roderick, I used this shooting-stick and drove it so far into the ground that I was able to walk away and leave it, which I did repeatedly.”

Scales of Justice Marsh, Ngaio, 1895-1982 1955

Then, although she was about to thrust the shooting-stick back into the earth, she saw, probably round the collar of the spike, horrible traces of the use she had made of it.

Scales of Justice Marsh, Ngaio, 1895-1982 1955

The print of the golf-club was completely wiped out by her nightmare performance with the shooting-stick, which she had noticed on her way downhill.

Scales of Justice Marsh, Ngaio, 1895-1982 1955

She heaved herself up and, sure enough, the disk and spike of her shooting-stick had been rammed down so hard into the path that both were embedded and the shooting-stick stood up of its own accord.

Scales of Justice Marsh, Ngaio, 1895-1982 1955

“And with my weight to sustain,” she said rocking, to his dismay, backwards and forwards on the shooting-stick, “the latter no doubt left its mark.”

Scales of Justice Marsh, Ngaio, 1895-1982 1955