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what it would, the buffalo was unable to get its 

 horns under him ; it could only pound away with the 

 elbows and give an occasional prod with the points, 

 which, however, was bad enough. All this time 

 Cameron was shouting out, ' Shoot the beggar, Polly ! 

 Shoot the beggar ! ' At last, after going through all 

 sorts of frantic movements, the buffalo succeeded in 

 disengaging itself and hurling Cameron under a fallen 

 sapling in front of a dense mass of thorny scrub, where 

 he lay all of a heap. While Cameron was having his 

 life -and -death struggle -with the buffalo, which has taken 

 so many words to relate, but which was really over in 

 a few minutes, Polly had picked himself up and was 

 soon blazing away with an old Martini-Henry rifle in 

 rather a random fashion. Fortunately, however, just 

 as the buffalo hurled Cameron from him, Cecil Emmett 

 came running up round the clump of thorny scrub 

 where Cameron lay, closely followed by Gobotoo carry- 

 ing his Mauser rifle, just in time to get in a good shot 

 on the right shoulder of the thoroughly maddened 

 animal as it rushed once more at Cameron. With a 

 crash it fell in its tracks, and before it could rise again 

 Gobotoo's and Polly's shots rang through the forest 

 at almost the same moment, and the vicious and hardy 

 old bull lay dead, with its head still facing Cameron 

 and barely a yard from him. 



Cameron, who was conscious but naturally rather 

 unnerved, on seeing Emmett, shouted, ' Where's the 

 beggar? ' and on being informed that the buffalo was 

 dead, told Emmett to ' give him another shot.' 



Poor old Cameron presented a sorry sight on being 

 helped out from under the fallen tree. His face was 

 one mass of blood and grime, his hands were swollen 



