CHAPTER XXI. 



TWO HOUNDS KILLED A BOER LADY. 



BUT to return to the chase. My horse was still 

 going fresh and free, although he had covered over 

 a couple of miles at racing pace, and as I was only 

 a hundred yards or thereabouts behind the game, 

 I called upon the bay with both voice and hand, 

 and soon decreased the distance three-fourths. I 

 had thought the gemsbok was going its best ; but, 

 like Paddy's car-horse, that ever " has a spurt in 

 it" to come up to the hall-door, so had the gemsbok 

 "a spurt in it" saved for such an occasion as the 

 present. Diminish the space between us I could 

 not. I did not use the spur, for I knew my gallant 

 horse was doing his best, and therefore what more 

 could I ask ? For a quarter of a mile the terms 

 upon which the game and self stood remained 

 unchanged, when, to my intense satisfaction, I per- 

 ceived it commence to sway in its gait. A minute 

 after its pace was changed to a trot, then to a walk, 

 which ultimately subsided into a halt. Dismounting 



