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of the twigs and the tuft of grass. Very care- 

 fully I aligned the sights with these ; and, with a 

 silent prayer to the Red Gods, loosed the bullet 

 into the darkness. 



At the crack of the rifle the kudu leapt into 

 plain sight. 



" Hit ! " rasped C. in great excitement. 



I did not wait to verify this, but fired four 

 times more as fast as I could work the bolt. 

 Three of the bullets told. At the last shot he 

 crumpled and came rolling down the slope. We 

 both raised a wild whoop of triumph, which was 

 answered at once by the expectant gunbearers 

 below. 



The finest trophy in Africa was ours I 



