passed over the face of the sun, and for a few 

 seconds the whole bit of open ground lay in the 

 shade. I could not be sure if my vision had 

 deceived me ! 



Slowly the roebuck passed on, his head always 

 turned in my direction, and then he halted again 

 in front of a small oak sapling. 



My rifle was at my shoulder, and, the moment he 

 stopped, I pressed the trigger. 



A crack a cloud of smoke and the roebuck 

 had gone vanished instantly as suddenly as he 

 had come, so he went! 



I rushed to the spot. Yes, there was the track of 

 my bullet it had passed completely through the 

 tree, but to do so it must have first passed through 

 the animal's shoulder ! There was no doubt of it 

 it was just the right elevation. 



Of course I should find the roebuck lying dead 

 a few yards away so I told myself ; but somehow 

 I felt that it was impossible to kill that beast! 



I looked, but I knew my search would be in vain ; 

 I found nothing. 



I blew my horn with all my might, and I was 

 really glad to hear an answering blast close at hand. 

 Somehow I disliked to be alone. 



The next moment the head forester and an 

 under-keeper came up, and to them I told my 

 story. 



