220 THE SHOT. 



Tortoise's breast had been in a tumult, but it was lulled 

 in a moment 



" Che sue virtuti accolse, 

 Tutte in quel punto, ed in guardia al cor le mise." 



He stopped suddenly like a bolt that had hit the mark ; 

 stood firm clapped his rifle rapidly to his shoulder, 

 and fired just as the hart was disappearing from his view. 



" Habet, he has it he has it, Jamieson ; I heard 

 the smack of the ball true enough." 



" Hurra, he lags behind ! Now then, let go Tarff; 

 quick quick, Sandy ; lose not a moment ; quick, for 

 your life, man ; we cannot wait till he falls out : come 

 here, Jamieson : I and my men must join the general 

 drive, or the deer will break out ; so take you one of the 

 rifles, and finish that fine fellow as he goes to bay in Glen 

 Mark : you will have no time to return, so do not attempt 

 to come back up Sroin-a-cro or Cairn-Marnoch ; you will 

 be more useful in the glen by keeping the deer in on that 

 side. You can 'come in at Auk-mark-moor. Away with you. 



And away went the stout hill-man, bounding over moss 

 and hillock, till in a few minutes he sunk down from the 

 view. 



" Hark ! I hear the baying of the hound : now it dies 

 away : Do you hear it now, Sandy ? " 



" No, I did not ; I heard naething but the corbie." 



" Look with your glass, then, whilst I load." 



" Hey ! what a sight ; I never kent the like of it 

 afore." 



" Why, what do you see, man ? " 



" Why, sure the deer is chacing Tarff all owr the moss, 



