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TURNING ABOUT. 



ness of a dog following his master's carriage. The pony, realizing what was wanted, 

 let himself out, and the fugitive did lil.ewise, his pace quickly becoming an amazing 



one. 



A moment later, the horse was on a dead run, and the distance between him 

 and the fugitive diminished sensibly. 



Pongo did not stop to recover his boomerang, intending to do that on his return, 

 nor did he throw a second one, for nothing was to be gained by pounding the hog. 

 Possibly he might have hewed off a leg, but, I am glad to say, the hunter, even 

 though a native African, was not inclined to mutilate a creature in that fashion. 



Such a race must, of necessitv, be brief. The boar speedily reached a point 

 Opposite the rocks which tue pursu. . ':ad fixed upon as containing his lair. That 



he was right, was shown by the action of the brute, which came down to a moderate 

 trot, with his snout groping along the slightly worn path, as if searching for tot 

 door to his dwelling. 



From some inexplainable cause, he seemed to have lost his bearings for the 

 moment, for he turned about and came back several yards, then wheeled, and re- 

 sumed his advance, with as little regard to the horseman seeking to harass him, 

 as though he were a hundred miles away. 



The Bushman could not help reflecting on the splendid opportunity that a prop- 

 erly-armed hunter would have seen in the bewilderment of the hog. Indped, the 

 chance was so good that he decided to give him another whack with a boomerang, 

 just to keep things moving. 



