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. 



