More than once he jerked over to seize it, only in vain, for the rabbit by renewed effort eluded his grasp.

Thus the chase continued on up the bare slope.

The farther Venters climbed the more determined he grew to catch his quarry.

At last, panting and sweating, he captured the rabbit at the foot of a steeper grade.

Laying his rifle on the bulge of rising stone, he killed the animal and slung it from his belt.
Before starting down he waited to catch his breath.