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The first careful reconnaissance produces 

 no result ; but just as I am beginning to fear 

 my solitary friend has shifted his position, I 

 see a movement which proves to be that of 

 his head, everything else being hidden by 

 the rocks. As I have no intention of lying 

 here till he rises, which will probably not be 

 till the sun Is sinking, I reach out for a loose 

 piece of rock and place It cautiously near my 

 right foot. Then I get myself into position, 

 and push It over the edge of my rock. 

 Down It clatters. 



''Whew!" As I calculated, the buck 

 springs to his feet with a whistle of alarm, 

 and then stands like a statue, his head 

 turned In my direction. He probably cannot 

 distinguish my recumbent and motionless 

 figure, but this is not a question that I await 

 for time to decide. The bead covers the 



