He was a noble buck, and had got a long start; not a single hound had yet appeared, but I heard them coming through the jungle in full cry.

Down the side of the hill he came straight to the pool beneath my feet.

Yoick to him! Hark forward to him! and I gave a view halloa till my lungs had well-nigh cracked.

I had lost sight of him, as he had taken to water in the pool within the jungle.
One more halloa! and out came the gallant old fellow Smut from the jungle, on the exact line that the elk had taken.

On he came, bounding along the rough side of the hill like a lion, followed by only two dogs--Dan, a pointer (since killed by a leopard), and Cato, a young dog who had never yet seen an elk.