Good Hunting 



made hardly any noise on the stretches of 

 sun-cured grass, but now and then we 

 passed through patches of thin weeds, 

 their dry stalks rattling curiously, making 

 a sound like that of a rattlesnake. At 

 last, coming over a gentle rise of ground, 

 we spied two more antelopes, half a mile 

 ahead of us and to our right. 



Again there seemed small chance of 

 bagging our quarry, but again fortune 

 favored us. I at once cantered Muley 

 ahead, not towards them, so as to pass 

 them well on one side. After some hes- 

 itation they started, not straightaway, 

 but at an angle to my own course. For 

 some moments I kept at a hand-gallop, 

 until they got thoroughly settled in their 

 line of flight ; then I touched Muley, and 

 he went as hard as he knew how. 



Immediately the two panic-stricken 

 and foolish beasts seemed to feel that I 

 was cutting off their line of retreat, and 

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