tumbled, struggled and rolled over and over, then 

 got up and made a dash, only to dive head fore- 

 most into the sand and somersault over ; but in a 

 second it was up again and racing off, again to trip 

 and plunge forward on to its chest with its nose out- 

 stretched sliding along the soft ground. The bullet 

 had struck it in the shoulder, and the broken leg was 

 tripping it and bringing it down ; but, in far less 

 time than it takes to tell it, the little fellow found out 

 what was wrong, and scrambling once more to its 

 feet was off on three legs at a pace that left me far 

 behind. Jock, remembering the mistake in the reeds, 

 kept his place behind, and I in the excitement of the 

 moment neither saw nor thought of him until the 

 duiker, gaining at every jump, looked like vanishing 

 for ever. Then I remembered and, with a frantic 

 wave of my hand, shouted, " After him, Jock." 



He was gone before my hand was down, and faster 

 than I had ever seen him move, leaving me ploughing 

 through the heavy sand far behind. Past the big bush 

 I saw them again, and there the duiker did as wounded 

 game so often do : taking advantage of cover it 

 changed direction and turned away for some dense 

 thorns. But that suited Jock exactly ; he took the 

 short cut across to head it off and was close up in a 

 few more strides. He caught up to it, raced up beside 

 it, and made a jump at its throat ; but the duiker , 

 darted away in a fresh direction, leaving him yards 

 behind. Again he was after it and tried the other 

 side ; but the buck was too quick, and again he missed 

 and overshot the mark in his jump. He was in such 

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