100 THE MAN-EATERS OF TSAVO CHAP, 
advantage of every bit of cover as he came. His 
skill showed that he was an old hand at the terrible 
game of man-hunting: so I determined to run no 
undue risk of losing him this time. I accordingly 
waited until he got quite close—about twenty yards 
away—and then fired my °303 at his chest. I heard 
the bullet strike him, but unfortunately it had no 
knock-down effect, for with a fierce growl he turned 
and made off with great long bounds. Before he 
disappeared from sight, however, I managed to have 
three more shots at him from the magazine rifle, and 
another growl told me that the last of these had 
also taken effect. 
We awaited daylight with impatience, and at the 
first climmer of dawn we set out to hunt him down. I 
took a native tracker with me, so that I was free to 
keep a good look-out, while Mahina followed imme- 
diately behind with a Martini carbine. Splashes of 
blood being plentiful, we were able to get along 
quickly ; and we had not proceeded more than a 
quarter of a mile through the jungle when suddenly 
a fierce warning growl was heard right in front of 
us. Looking cautiously through the bushes, I could 
see the man-eater glaring out in our direction, and 
showing his tusks in an angry snarl. I at once took 
careful aim and fired. Instantly he sprang out and 
made a most determined charge down on us. | 
fired again and knocked him over ; but in a second 
