A RUN WITH THE 

 the first in thirty minutes. Ranter 

 has it ! but for a moment only ; he 

 brings it up a watercourse, and 

 there's the earth before us in an 

 overhanging bank. 



It should be an easy one to dig, 

 " had we but weapons handy." And 

 so they are. Over the next rise 

 there peeps some trees the trees of 

 Swartzkop Farm. George canters 

 off, and soon is back with pick and 

 spade. We link our three horses all 

 together with their reins, and, while 

 George and I proceed to dig, the 

 Master holds the pack away. 



Quick work we are making with 

 the bank when, without a moment's 

 warning, through a cloud of dust be- 

 tween us, there springs out the great 

 red " Jack," and flies away before 

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