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1T was a week later when 
I did something which 
those old guides could 
understand and appre- 
ciate — I made a dead 
shot. I committed a 
murder, and from that time, the brother- 
hood of pards was open to us, had we 
cared to join. It was all because I 
killed an antelope. 
Nimrod and I started out that morn- 
ing with the understanding that, if we 
saw antelope, I was to have a chance. 
In about six miles, Nimrod spied two 
white specks moving along the rocky 
