Then he resumed the hunt once more, looking here and there between the rocky uplifts and in the deep depressions.

He lost the tracks and then he found them, apparently fresher than ever.

Would he take what he sought?
Was the face of Areskoui still inclining toward him?
He looked up and the bar of light was steadily growing broader and longer.

The smile of the Sun God was deeper, and his doubts went away, one by one.
He turned toward a tall rock and a black figure sprang up, stared at him a moment or two, and then undertook to run away.

Robert's rifle leaped to his shoulder, and, at a range so short that he could not miss, he pulled the trigger.