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the " old moke," with heaving flanks, sweat-stained 

 hide, and startled eyes, entered it. It was evident 

 to an observer that his pace had been fast, and that 

 he had not been particular in selecting his path, for 

 the saddle-flaps were deeply scratched, the stirrup- 

 leathers and irons gone, all denoting a hasty flight. 

 This was sufficient enough evidence, in all conscience, 

 that something had gone wrong ; therefore, without 

 losing a moment's time, I organised a party to go 

 in pursuit of my friend, having first provided them 

 with an abundant supply of blank ammunition, so 

 as to keep up a fusillade that would attract the 

 attention of my missing friend, and thus cause him 

 to direct his steps to his rescuers. 



My people had hardly got beyond a few hundred 

 yards from the camp when there arose on the night 

 air a hullabaloo that told as plainly as possible that 

 a dog had got caught in one of the traps. On 

 inspection I found Master Arrack missing, an empty 

 collar indicating where he ought to be. 



Now, Arrack, with all his peculiarities of bad 

 temper and resistance to control, was, on account of 

 his pluck, unquestionably my favourite of all the 

 pack. So I summoned " Cookey," that great, fat, 



