“Antelope! Lying down!” I whis- 
pered in his ear. He nodded and mo- 
tioned me to go ahead. I crawled 
nearer, inch by inch, my gaze riveted 
on that object. It did not move. I 
grew more elated the nearer it allowed 
me to approach. It was not so very 
hard to get at an antelope, after all. 
I felt astonishingly pleased with my 
performance. Then —rattle, crash — 
and a stone went bounding down. 
What a pity, after all my painful con- 
tortions not to do it! I instantly raised 
the rifle to get a shot before the swift 
animal went flying away. 
But it was strangely quiet. I stole 
a little nearer—and then turned and 
went gently back to Nimrod. He was 
convulsed with silent and unnecessary 
laughter. My elaborate stalk had been 
made on—a nice buff stone. 
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