There are two tiny specks that shine like the eyes of a cat in the dark.

Look here, thought I, you are getting nervous.

Well, I can stand this doubt and agony no longer; I am going to fire at that object anyhow, let come what will.

I raised my gun, placed it to my shoulder, took deliberate aim, and fired, and waugh-weouw, the most unearthly scream I ever heard, greeted my ears.

I broke and run to a tree nearby, and had just squatted behind it, when zip, zip, two balls from our picket post struck the tree in two inches of my head.