A GREAT FIGHT 



Ulyate's bullet would probably have failed to stop 

 her in time ; but just at that moment she changed her 

 tactics. Without the slightest warning she sprang 

 down the rocks, raced across the veldt and stood again 

 amongst some scrub on the bank of a small spruit. 

 The dogs had followed her gamely, and now, despite 

 their exhaustion, they bayed her once more. She 

 too was tired ; moreover, she was in that state of 

 exasperation in which, with one of her kind, anything 

 is possible. 



She had taken up her position cleverly, her rear and 

 to a certain extent her flanks too, being protected 

 by the spruit. The men with the lassos could only 

 approach her in front. 



Fortunately, she gave me time to get my camera 

 fixed, in fact I was able to pick out a good background ; 

 but the grass was too long to show much of her body 

 whilst she crouched there snarling her hardest. 



Then Means worked forward, his rope ready ; 

 but before he could throw it she seemed to realise her 

 danger With mouth open and an awful roar she was 

 at him. For a moment it was touch and go whether 

 he could avoid her, but he managed to gain a few 

 yards. Instantly she saw that the first man had 

 escaped she swung round and directed her attention 

 on Jones, but he too evaded her. In savage disgust, 

 she abandoned those tactics, and once more took up 

 her position at the foot of a thorn tree. All this time 



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