The pack had evidently divided upon two elk, as they were running in different directions.
Starting off down the pass, I soon reached the steep patinas, and I heard the pack coming down through the jungle which crowns the hills on the left of the road.

There was a crush in the underwood, and the next moment a fine buck broke cover and went away along the hillside.
Merriman and Tiptoe were the two leading dogs, and they were not fifty yards behind him.

Old smut came tearing along after them, and I gave Bran a holloa and slipped him immediately.

It was a beautiful sight to see Bran fly along the patina: across the swampy bottom, taking the broad stream in one bound, and skimming up the hill, he was on the buck's path in a few minutes, pulling up to him at every stride.

He passed the few dogs that were in chase like lightning, and in a few more bounds he was at the buck's side.