or loosened his grip for a second ; he seemed to go at 

 it more furiously than ever, but more cleverly and 

 warily. He swung his body round clear of the whiz- 

 zing feet, watching them with his little beady eyes 

 fixed sideways and the gleaming whites showing in 

 the corners ; he tugged away incessantly and vigor- 

 ously, keeping the buck's neck stretched out and 

 pulling it round in a circle backwards so that it could 

 not possibly double its body up enough to kick him 

 again ; and before I could catch the feet to help him, 

 the kicks grew weaker ; the buck slackened out, and 

 Jock had won. 



The sun was hot, the sand was deep, and the rifle 

 was hard to find ; it was a long way back to the 

 waggons, and the duiker made a heavy load ; but the 

 end of that first chase seemed so good that nothing 

 else mattered. The only thing I did mind was the 

 open cut on Jock's side ; but he minded nothing : 

 his tail was going like a telegraph needle ; he 

 was panting with his mouth open from ear to 

 ear, and his red tongue hanging out and making 

 great slapping licks at his chops from time to 

 time ; he was not still for a second, but kept 

 walking in and stepping back in a circle round the 

 duiker, and looking up at me and then down at 

 it, as if he was not at all sure that there might 

 not be some fresh game on, and was consult- 

 ing me as to whether it would not be a good 

 thing to have another go in and n make it all 

 safe. 



