They stopped at once and began to whirl round in one spot, running into one another and even jumping over one another.

Their panic cost them dear, for I had time to shoot four times to bring down two beautiful heads.

My friend was even more fortunate than I, for he shot only once into the herd as it rushed past him in parallel lines and dropped two with the same bullet.
Meanwhile the argali had gone farther up the mountainside and taken stand there in a row like so many soldiers, turning to gaze at us.

Even at this distance I could clearly distinguish their muscular bodies with their majestic heads and stalwart horns.

Picking up our prey, we overtook the Mongol who had gone on ahead and continued our way.