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THE HORNS OK A DILEMMA. 



rendered it almost impossible to use the pony to advantage in capturing any animal 

 within the wood. Consequently, it was wise, in more than one sense, to follow the 

 course he adopted. 



The Texan paused, lasso in hand, with rifle slung over his back, about a dozen 

 yards from the edge of the timber which the gemsboks were approaching. He stood 



GONE CLEAN DAFT. 



behind the trunk of a tree, which hid his entire body, and peeped out at the plain 

 where the game were feeding. 



He saw the scattering of the drove, and followed Bob Marshall with his eyes as 

 ke chased the large male to the westward, and noted the break that two others made 

 for the strip of land between the grove and the river. The next minute, he per- 



