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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 
coulée 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 coulée 
below the point toward which he had been 
headed, thinking it likely that he would con- 
tinue his course down the coulée, 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 coulée, and 
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