Next second there was such a mix-up that for a while I could not distinguish which was Anscombe, which was the wildebeeste, and which the horse.

They all seemed to be going round and round in a cloud of dust.

When things settled themselves a little I discovered the horse rolling on the ground, Anscombe on his back with his hands up in an attitude of prayer and the wildebeeste trying to make up its mind which of them it should finish first.

I settled the poor thing's doubts by shooting it through the heart, which I flatter myself was rather clever of me under the circumstances.

Then I dismounted to examine Anscombe, who, I presumed, was done for.