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their backs up. There is simply hardly any limit to his 

 credulity on this point. At last we found the buffaloes 

 and began to kill freely every day, and our spirits rose 

 accordingly. 



One day John C and myself left the Gumban camp, 



intending to hunt separately and in different directions, 

 but we agreed to rendezvous in the evening at a certain 

 spot where there was water. 



My luck was nothing to boast of. I shot a koodoo 

 and at about three in the afternoon when I had turned 

 and was directing my course to the rendezvous I killed 

 a bull buffalo. 



I reached the spot about an hour before sundown, and 



feeling somewhat tired, I determined to await C 



and to spend the time in collecting firewood and arrang- 

 ing the camp so that we might have a comfortable night 

 of it. 



I was startled by hearing a double shot about a mile 

 off, and not long afterwards my eyes were gladdened by 

 seeing John's burly form coming up at speed. 



" What did you fire at, John ? " 



" I found a troop and killed, but there is a cow that 

 has gone into a horrible place ; she is very hard hit, and 

 as vicious as she can be, the dog went in to her, but she 

 chased him about until he got tired and came out to me 

 again. I don't care to go in after her alone ; but if you 

 will come, governor, I think we might manage it mind 

 you, it is a horrible place, with not a tree in it that would 

 save a mouse, but I think the pair of us can tackle her 

 with safety. It is only about ten minutes' walk from 

 here, and we can just do it nicely, so what do you say? 

 Ah, I see you have killed two, that is well." 



" I am ready, so let us be off at once." 



