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only he was a small one. At last my friend 

 walked forward. The moment he showed clear 

 of the other I fired : the bullet went thud into 

 his ribs, but he was away with the rest. As they 

 went off I shot another, knocking him head over 

 heels like a rabbit, but he was on his legs in a 

 minute and joined the herd. 



As there was a good extensive view from my 

 present position, I sat still and watched them 

 with the glasses. Number one had lagged all 

 the way, and when the herd turned off to the left 

 below, he kept on to the right, going over a low 

 spur. The second one that had been knocked 

 over was not to be distinguished as he ran with 

 the rest, so I concluded he had been shot high on 

 the shoulder, probably only grazing the withers. 



The herd now being out of sight, we followed 

 as fast as possible on their track. My shikari 

 presently pointed out that they had turned up the 

 hill, evidently with the intention of crossing the 

 range. Clapping the glasses on them, I saw eight 

 still to the fore, which included the second one 

 wounded. As they were going strong, I gave 

 them up as a bad job, and turned back to finish 

 the first one, fancying it would be an easy matter. 

 On crossing the spur over which he had disap- 



