markings, [illegible] nose, and shot ears, toward me. The kid saw him about the same time that I did. Immediately he suggested that he stay and watch the [illegible] while I go to the house after a gun, for I only had my shot pistol that morning. One thought about the rolling pebbles of lava and the 1000 feet to the finca house caused me to decide that the kid would be forever getting back with the gun. The one thing left was to let the old Shornd have his revenge. After throwing sticks and rocks and then shooting with my shot pistol, the animal was induced to make his way to the ground by a long slanting vine. He hit the ground running with our faithful hound close behind with his roar of bays and the thunder of his heavy feet. Another terrible race through the jungle ensued. At times we were on our hands and knees crawling under masses of vines, and again sharp thorns would stop us instantly. Soon the dog was barking