" Quick, there is time for another, " 

 but I could not, and the bull slowly 

 disappeared. 



With voice still shaking with ex- 

 citement, I exclaimed, "Bert, I am 

 glad he got away! " at which speech 

 Bert sat limply on a wet hummock, 

 apparently deprived of all ambition. 



"Glad he got away." He re- 

 peated half to himself. "That does 

 beat all. I've seen 'em miss often 

 enough, but I never seen one glad 

 of it afore." 



I had missed my "gee socker" 

 and forfeited the admiration of the 

 camp. But the reward was great 

 a picture for all time that never fails 

 to thrill me with excitement of that 

 wonderful moment when Nature al- 

 lowed me to take another lesson 

 from her primer of the woods. 



It afforded Bert some consolation 

 that his "party" had missed the 

 "dead sure thing," because the gun 

 sights had been knocked out in 

 travelling: But I knew better. My 

 gun may have been sighted for 

 fifty yards and the distance two 

 hundred, the shots may have been 

 "dead line, all right, but terrible 



