I could just keep close alongside him, as the grass was short and the ground level, and being determined to get him, I ran close to his shoulder, and, taking a steady shot behind the ear, I fired my remaining barrel.

Judge of my surprise!--it only increased his speed, and in another moment he reached the jungle: he was gone.

He seemed to bear a charmed life.

I had taken two shots within a few feet of him that I would have staked my life upon.

I looked at my gun.