190 SAVAGE SVANETIA. 



CHAPTER XIY. 



KERAR. 



That night at Imat's hut, on the Ingour, 

 when our pipes were lit, the talk turned on 

 chamois and tiir as usual. The reward I had 

 been offering to the guide who should be 

 lucky enough to conduct me on a successful 

 hunt made Imat prick his ears at once. ' Ten 

 roubles if I can take him to within one hun- 

 dred yards of a tur, and twejity if he kills a 

 big one ; why, I'll take him to a place where 

 he can kill half a dozen to-morrow,' exclaimed 

 our host, letting his pipe tumble into the 

 ashes in his excitement. 



It was not Imat's assurances of success — 

 I had had for too many of those already — it 



