Had I really fired at something flesh 

 and blood, or was it a spook? Yes 

 a tiny drop of blood showed brown 

 on a leaf. 



Then began a wonderful exhibition 

 of trailing on the part of Nimrod 

 and Cap'n. They found the track, 

 lost it repeatedly, circled as does a 

 dog, gt it again, or else a pin point 

 of blood on leaf or stone or gravel. 

 It led across the ravine up the steep 

 bare hillside; once after a tiresome 

 search we found where it had lain 

 for the night. Nimrod after close 

 study diagnosed the injury as a 

 "broken leg." Shuddering and sick 

 I urged haste, but that was futile. 

 There was no blood now, there never 

 had been much, blindly we selected 

 a game trail where we saw many 

 tracks of a big deer and a lion track 

 too, but not the small onewewanted. 

 Eight hours had passed in unravelling 

 the puzzle. I was exhausted as usual, 

 but could not give up. Nimrod 

 seemed about to speak, when far 

 ahead on the trail I saw a small 

 deer. 



The Cap'n whispered "Aim sure." 

 At last the "fantaiT; up flew the 



