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to think he had done something wrong, and let go to look 

 at me. The buck was not many hours in getting on his 

 feet and striking out for Mexico. I yelled to Terry to catch 

 him, and the way in which he responded proved that he 

 needed only the word. He made a dash, and caught the 

 buck again by the fore leg, turning it a complete somer- 

 sault; and before it could get up I fell on it with my hunt- 

 ing-knife and cut its throat. I then turned to look for 

 Mike and his buck. My partner had reached them, but as 

 he had nothing with which to cut the buck's throat, it was 

 a rough-and-tumble fight between him and it; first one was 

 on top, and then the other. I arrived a moment later, and 

 cut the Antelope' s throat, when all hands, men and dogs, 

 laid down on the ground, completely exhausted. 



After resting a half-hour, we loaded our game in the 

 wagon, and started on in pursuit of the herd. We found 

 them again a mile farther on, showed them to the hounds, 

 and away they went. Terry soon lost sight of them, but 

 Mike persevered, and finally ran into the herd, when he cut 

 one out, and caught and killed it before we could get to him. 

 This made three he had caught alone that day; and out of 

 the thirteen caught on the trip, he had eleven to hi& 

 record. 



This ended the hunt; and I think it safe to say that no 

 party of men ever enjoyed a week's sport more intensely 

 than we enjoyed that week with our noble Greyhounds. 



