Some shots were fired close by in answer, but if they hit the bull, their only effect was to stir his energies to more active life.

In another few seconds my shelter would be torn away, and I should be done for.

A cold perspiration burst out over me as I realized that I was lost.

Then of a sudden I remembered that I had a pistol in my belt, which I often used for despatching wounded game.

It was loaded and capped.