Mine fell dead, but the other fell, and, recovering himself immediately, he escaped in the thick jungle.
This was bad luck, and we returned towards the 'amblam' to breakfast.

On our way there we found that the 'rogue' had concealed himself in a piece of thick jungle, backed by hills of very high lemon grass.

From this stronghold we tried to drive him, and posted ourselves in a fine position to receive him should he break cover; but he was too cunning to come out, and the beaters were too knowing to go in to drive such bad jungle; it was, therefore, a drawn game, and we were obliged to leave him.
When within a short distance of the 'amblam', a fine black partridge got up at about sixty yards.

I was lucky enough to knock him over with a rifle, and still more fortunate in not injuring him much with the ball, which took his wing off close to his body.

Half an hour afterwards he formed part of our breakfast.
During our meal a heavy shower of rain came down, and continued for about two hours.
In the afternoon we sallied out, determined to shoot at any large game that we might meet.