American Big-Game Hunting 



did not see me, however, and when he again 

 moved off there was a man jogging quietly 

 along in his wake. 



Taking advantage of every little hollow 

 to keep from his sight and make a spurt, I 

 soon reduced the distance between us, and 

 arrived at the further edge of the plateau 

 just in time to see him disappear in some 

 broken country. Continuing cautiously on 

 to where I had last seen him, it became 

 apparent that he had determined upon some 

 definite course, for his tracks led as straight 

 as the nature of the ground would permit 

 to what I knew was the head of a large 

 coulee which ran into the valley from which 

 he had come into view. 



As the soil was very hard and dry, and his 

 tracks difficult to follow, I soon determined 

 to leave them and cut straight for the coulee 

 below the point toward which he had been 

 headed, thinking it likely that he would con- 

 tinue his course down the coulee, at least for 

 a short distance. I ought to be able to write 

 that " events turned out exactly as calcu- 

 lated," but they did not. I ran with a fair 

 burst of speed to the edge of the coulee, and 

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