It was almost dark when I was startled by a yell 

 from Jim Makokel', and looking round, saw him bound 

 out into the road shouting, " He has come, he has 

 come ! What did I tell you ? " He ran out to Jock, 

 stooping to pat and talk to him, and then in a lower 

 voice and with growing excitement went on rapidly, 

 " See the blood ! See it ! He has fought : he has 

 killed ! Dog of all dogs ! Jock, Jock ! " and his 

 savage song of triumph broke off in a burst of rough 

 tenderness, and he called the dog's name five or six 

 times with every note of affection and welcome in his 

 deep voice. Jock took no notice of Jim's dancing 

 out to meet him, nor of his shouts, endearments and 

 antics ; slowing his tired trot down to a walk, he 

 came straight on to me, flickered his ears a bit, wagged 

 his tail cordially, and gave my hand a splashy lick as 

 I patted him. Then he turned round in the direction 

 he had just come from, looked steadily out, cocked 

 his ears well up, and moved his tail slowly from side 

 to side. For the next half-hour or so he kept repeating 

 this action every few minutes ; but even without 

 that I knew that it had been no wild-goose chase, 

 and that miles away in the bush there was something 

 lying dead which he could show me if I would but 

 follow him back again to see. 



What had happened in the eight hours since he 

 - .^had dashed off in pursuit can only be guessed. That 

 he had. pulled down the impala and killed it seemed 

 certain and what a chase and what a fight it must 

 have been to take all that time ! The buck could not 

 been so badly wounded in the body as to be 



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