he heard the shots, and now came rush- 

 ing up. 



" I have done it," I said in a dull 

 tone, pointing at the dark, quiet object 

 on the bank. 



" You surely have." 



Nimrod paced the distance it was 

 one hundred and thirty-five yards as 

 we went up to the elk. How beautiful 

 his coat was, glossy and shaded in 

 browns, and those great horns eleven 

 points that did not seem so big now 

 to my eyes. 



Nimrod examined the carcass. 



"You are an apt pupil," he said. 

 " You put a bullet through his heart 

 and another through his brain." 



" Yes," I said ; " he never knew what 

 killed him." But I felt no glory in the 

 achievement. 



