the rifle, the koodoo had moved, and it was then 

 lying against one of the fallen trunks. The first 

 swing to get rid of Jock had literally slogged him 

 against the tree ; the second swing swept him 

 under it where a bend in the trunk raised it 

 about a foot from the ground, and gaining 

 his foothold there Jock stood fast there, 

 there, with his feet planted firmly and his shoulder 

 humped against the dead tree, he stood this tug-of- 

 war. The koodoo with its head twisted back, as caught 

 at the end of the swing, could put no weight to the 

 pull; yet the wrenches it gave to free itself drew the 

 nose and upper lip out like tough rubber and seemed 

 to stretch Jock's neck visibly. I had to come round 

 within a few feet of them to avoid risk of hitting 

 Jock, and it seemed impossible for bone and muscle 

 to stand the two or three terrible wrenches that I 

 saw. The shot was the end; and as the splendid 

 head dropped slowly over, Jock let go his hold. 



He had not uttered a sound except the grunts 

 that were knocked out of him. 



