hunting that I was as much startled as 
they. 
Away those two beautiful animals 
bounded, their necks proudly arched 
and their tiny feet hitting the only safe 
places with unerring aim. They were 
far out of range before I thought to 
get my rifle in position, and my ran- 
dom shot only sent them farther out on 
the plain, like drifting leaves on autumn 
wind. 
It was impossible to return the way 
I had come; so I rolled and jumped 
and generally tumbled to the grassy hill 
below, and waited for Nimrod to go 
back along the shaly stretch, and bring 
down the horses the way they had gone 
up. 
Then we took some lunch from the 
saddle bags and sat down in the wav- 
ing, yellow grass of the foot hill with a 
