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and went anyhow as though the devil himself was after 

 me, like a streak of greased lightning. " You kill um 

 libbah ? " asked Clarence, who remained pretty much 

 as I had last seen him. 



" I don't know," I gasped, stupidly enough. 



And neither did I. 



Loading up carefully again, I carefully retraced my 

 steps, Clarence crawling after me. There was no 

 sound. All was still as death. We crept on until we 

 reached my coign of vantage, and there ahead, prone, 

 motionless, lay a great yellow mass, some ten yards 

 nearer than at my first shot. He was dead indeed, and 

 a very fine specimen of his kind. Strangely enough, he 

 had one eye missing, the hall-mark of some early 

 battle, and to this fact I possibly owed much of the 

 credit I had been taking to myself for my stalk. Then 

 began the usual modus operandi for the animal's dis- 

 memberment, and I cleared out of the place to find 

 that Cecily had taken the injured man back to camp, 

 propping him up on her pony with the help of the 

 second hunter. My pony was amusing itself at some 

 distance, having dragged its moorings, and I caught 

 him after a bit of a tussle. 



The invalid was given my tent, which smelt like 

 concentrated essence of High Churchism. Keating's 

 incense smouldered in one corner and burning carbo- 

 lic powder fought it for the mastery. Puzzled mos- 

 quitoes buzzed in and out, but more out than in, thanks 

 be. The man's leg was torn in strips which hung in 

 two or three inch lengths, fleshy and horrible. We 

 arranged the torn shreds back, like patching an orna- 



