No matter what it was, it could do no hurt at that distance; and as to _overtaking him_, pah! there wasn't a creature, biped or quadruped, in all Africa that he could not fling dust in the face of.
So he went a little nearer, and then a little nearer still, and continued to advance by successive runs, now this way and now that way, zigzagging over the plain, until he was within less than a hundred paces of the odd object that at first light had so terrified him.
His companion, the doe, kept close after him; and seemed quite as curious as himself--her large shining eyes opened to their full extent, as she stopped to gaze at intervals.
Sometimes the two met each other in their course; and halted a moment, as though they held consultation in whispers; and asked each other if they had yet made out the character of the stranger.
It was evident, however, that neither had done so--as they still continued to approach it with looks and gestures of inquiry and wonder.
At length the odd object disappeared for a moment under the grass; and then reappeared,--but this time in an altered form.

Something about it glanced brightly under the sun, and this glancing quite fascinated the buck, so that he could not stir from the spot, but stood eyeing it steadily.
Fatal fascination! It was his last gaze.

A bright flash shot up-- something struck him through the heart, and he saw the shining object no more! The doe bounded forward to where her mate had fallen, and stood bleating over him.

She knew not the cause of his sudden death, but she saw that he was dead.

The wound in his side--the stream of red blood--were under her eyes.