That hunt is done for him.

We leaves him doctorin' himse'f an' picks him up two hours later on our triumphant return.
"'As I states, we harries that foogitive panther for eighteen miles an' in our hot ardour founders two hosses.

Fatigue an' weariness begins to overpower us; also our prey weakens along with the rest.

In the half glimpses we now an' ag'in gets of him its plain that both pace an' distance is tellin' fast.

Still, he presses on; an' as thar's no spur like fear, that panther holds his distance.
"'But the end comes.