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* just turned our right front wheel
and crossed its front tire car.
Coltman avoided butting him by a
clear pull of driving but we were
close to turning over. The crew ran
off a right angles if the way we had
when going and we had to slow down
to getting almost he got well away
again and we did not come over
into him for our going was getting
disagree every miles, Coltman
tried again for a shot with his rifle
into the bush repeated his maximum
of crossing in front of us.
The roads for a ragged mass
of rocks which we could see
cutting the sky two miles away
and took us when our own bad
goes where we came only just
half our aim with him, even
that he was well tired by this time,
we had already ran down 1/2 mile,
but he was by his measures finished.
Coltman had given up all
hope of killing him with his pistol
and was only concerned with getting
a shot at any range with our rifles,
but the animal was too clever for us.
He gained the rocks before we did
and stood for an instant silhouetted
against the sky. He leaped from the