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the hair was a reason for there being no necessity 

 for the grease. I don't suppose you intend pro- 

 faning her * sunny curls ' with balm of tiger, do 

 you?" 



" Certainly not," was the decided rejoinder. " But 

 we must keep quiet, for I see the beaters have got 

 round. Keep a sharp look-out ; we must first catch 

 our bears, and then bottle them off." 



The line of beaters being formed, and parties 

 detached with matchlocks to make a noise at those 

 places from which, if unoccupied, Manajee con- 

 sidered there was a chance of the game breaking, 

 the word w r as given, and the first yell arose. 



" There they are 1 " ejaculated Hawkes, after the 

 beaters had advanced a little. " Shall I fire 1 " 



" No, no ; don't be in a hurry," Norman quickly 

 said. " I see them ; but on no account fire ; it will 

 only make them break back. They are listening ; " 

 and he anxiously watched the two dark objects, 

 which loomed black and indistinct in the deep 

 shade of the thicket. While he spoke, however, 

 they moved out of sight ; but again appeared, going 

 in a direction far to their flank, and on the side 

 opposite to that occupied by Mackenzie. 



" All ! that's all right ; they have turned," Norman 

 continued, after a brief exciting interval of suspense. 

 " It is fortunate Manajee thought of placing men 



