238 WITH GUN AND GUIDE 



The bull could not make out where the sound came 

 from, and turned completely around and walked back 

 into the entrance of his trail, leaving only his hips ex- 

 posed. Kibbee whispered, "Wait; he'll come out 

 again." And that he did very soon. 



He now stepped rather confidently along for a few 

 yards ; then stopped to listen. I fired in rapid succes- 

 sion four more shots without a hit, the bull turning 

 twice while this wild tiring was going on. 



I started shooting with four cartridges in the maga- 

 zine of the rifle and one in the chamber ; and these 

 having been expended, 1 took one out of my vest 

 pocket. 



When this was fired I was horrified to find that my 

 cartridges were apparently all gone, and yet the big- 

 fellow was still standing there, wondering, no doubt, 

 where all the thunder and lightning were coming from. 

 By now it was dusk. A hurried search in the hip 

 pocket of my trousers brought forth the seventh and 

 last cartridge ; and once more taking aim in the gath- 

 ering darkness, the bullet hit him fairly and squarely, 

 and down and over he rolled. 



Then we heard a shout of exultation from Dr. 

 Hughes, who had crept up by way of the shore and 

 was now close behind us. He had seen every shot as 

 it was fired and it was his judgment that I had been 

 firing too high altogether, and that the shooting made 

 him think of the battle of San Juan. 



