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, (<f 7 | 4 ie . -p* ~~) ) Ps AJ’ ; 7 + + . " Jar ; ke , ” §, y °y* D> Y ~ ee ee - rs ay = _ It we 5 SO. “The fale man was tterally Reacting onone leg, with the other tucked up under him. Ina moment both Kafirs had reached the cover and disappeared. “Well, I never ! !’’ cried Hoste ; ‘‘ Heaven knows how many shots we've thrown away upon those devils and now they’ve given us the slip after all.” * Anyone would take us for a pack of bloomin’ sojers. Can’t hit a nigger in a dozen shots apiece. Pooh!” growled a burly frontiersman, in tones of ineffable disgust, as he blew into the still smoking breech of his rifle. “Eh, what's that?” he continued as all eyes were bent on the spot where the fugitives had disappeared. For a tall savage had emerged from the bush, and with a howl of derision began to execute a pas seu/ in ‘the open. Then with a very contemptuous gesture, and shaking his assegai at his white enemies, he sprang into the forest _ again, laughing loudly. They recognized him as the man who had escaped unhurt. “Well, I'm somethinged!” cried Carhayes. “ That nig- ger has got the laugh of us now.”’ “He's a plucky dog,” said another. “If any fellow de- — served to escape he did. Four hundred yards and a score of us blazing away at him at once! Well, well?” “T’ve known that sort of thing happen more than | once,” said Shelton, the leader of the party, an experi- enced frontiersman who had served in two previous wars. “Same thing in buck shooting. You'll see a score of fellows all blazing at the same buck, cutting up the dust all round him till you can hardly see the poor beast, and yet not touching him. That’s because they’re excited, and shooting jealous. Now with one or two cool shots lying up and taking their time, the buck wouldn’t have a ghost of a show—any more than would those two Kafirs have had. But we'd better get on, boys. We'll off-saddle further ahead, and then our horses will be fresh for whatever may turn up. It’s my opinion there are more of those chaps hanging about.’ comicbooks.co