out of range. I turned my attention the post which had fallen first in time & see it got a suddenly jump & its feet & dash after the bird as this withering had happened. I ran back to the barrier, Mark put the reins over Knobel Khan's neck and we were off with the Lamma + sportlet where behind. Those of the pantelope separated from the others & as they coming about & that they would come nearer & us and turned after them. They ran up a hill and as we thundered over the slope we suddenly found ourselves among a mass of loose rocks. It was madnes to go on but the antelopes were close in front & that their only way in our minds. I jumped off my pony just as sportlet dashed along side & fled furiously out of mind. Off to the left we could see the Lamma this little gray pony tearing along behind the other animals. They disappeared over the hill tops and we galloped up to regain him. On the right we saw the Khettu Lamma off his pony dragging this way that close in the hull I see antelope. It was the one it had wounded which he