It must have had a nasty flesh-wound to have bled like this." "Do you think it'll be lying anywhere near, half-dead, or quite ?" "No! A cat has nine lives, they say; and really this kind of beast is very, hard to kill.

Look, there are the pugs, along with those of three more, all half-grown, going right away yonder into the open veldt.

We might hunt 'em down, but we don't want to, eh ?" "Absurd! We want to get on at once.

Can you see any pug, as you call it, of Boers ?" "No.

I've had a good look round, and as soon as we've had a mouthful we'll be off.