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another leaves. That first one acts funny : look 

 at him. He is going up in the heavens. See 

 him circle still going up, and yet going up, 

 until now he is so high and still going, until 

 he looks no larger than a pigeon. That lad 

 must be struck in the head. Look ! look ! 

 He is circling still, but is coming down. See ! 

 He fell a lot then. He's pretty sick. Watch 

 him ! He takes a big swerve now. There ! 

 there ! there ! there he goes, head first, then 

 end over end, flop in the water, stone dead. 

 Well done ! While these antics were being 

 watched, the other wounded one bore away to 

 leeward towards my boat, but lit 100 yards 

 short. When watching him, our own wounded 

 one we had gone for was near by. 



After being disappointed several times by 

 bunches circling short of us, four came along 

 that the wounded one saw and spoke to. 

 His "houk!" settled the business, and they 

 were coming straight for our beam. " Look 

 out, Will ! Give these chaps plenty of 

 windage. Now is our time. I'll take the 

 two leaders, and you the last ones. Give 

 it to them!" "Bang I" mine: one short, 

 one hurt. "Bang!" Will's: one down. 



