hunter instinct came on him, and the 

 hunter's audacity and love of achieve- 

 ment. He sneaked toward them up- 

 wind in order that he might still smell 

 them, and it also kept them from smell- 

 ing him. He reached the edge of the 

 wood. Here he must stop or be seen. 

 There was a watering-place close by. 

 He silently drank, then lay down in a 

 thicket where he could watch. An 

 hour passed thus. The sun went down 

 and the cattle arose to graze. One of 

 them, a small one, wandered nearer, 

 then, acting suddenly with purpose, 

 walked to the water-hole. Gringo 

 watched his chance, and as she floun- 

 dered in the mud and stooped he reared 

 and struck with all his force. Square 

 at her skull he aimed, and the blow 

 went straight. But Gringo knew, no- 

 thing of horns. Theyoung, sharp horn, 

 upcurling, hit his foot and was broken 



