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he saw me. As I expected, he changed his direction, 

 and now made for a lofty range, straight before us, 

 but several miles away. 



Bar accidents I had him now. I pulled the game 

 little bay together and gradually gained on the 

 " chase," to use a nautical expression. The going, 

 which had been simply awful at first, improved as 

 we went. In a couple of miles I was within easy 

 range, and felt tempted to get off and fire. But the 

 Arab was new to the work, and, worse still, I had 

 only the cartridges in the rifle. So I determined to 

 stick to him, and in a few minutes more I was 

 alongside. Dropping my reins on to my left arm I 

 raised the rifle and fired. No result at first, but 

 presently the bull pulled up rather suddenly. I held 

 off a bit, thinking I might get a charge, but the poor 

 brute only shook his head threateningly. A gush of 

 blood came from his mouth, his knees tottered, he 

 was down, and in a minute my knife was in his 

 throat. 



Imagine my surprise to find this was the same 

 bull after all. Besides two trifling wounds, he had 

 one in the ribs, and another through the head not 

 much below the eyes. Either of these would have 

 been fatal with the 12 -bore. As it was he had 

 lived an hour, and then galloped some three miles, 

 without apparent difficulty. This was indeed a 

 scathing commentary on the Express with hollow 

 bullet. I never fired at a nylghau again except with 

 a i2-bore. 



I rode back to my people, and ordered them to 



