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She came within his reach and with a quick grab he caught and held her two hind legs with both hands while Kearton bound them together with a piece of light line. The rest was easy. In less than five minutes she was bound securely and lowered all the way to the ground to rest in the shade.
But the Colonel refused to abandon his former plan entirely without making at least one more attempt. Together with the two cowboys and Kearton, he remained behind to scout at dawn the district between the Rugged Rocks and the railway. "We might be able to tell if it's worth while to come back here," he explained.
Kearton a powerfully built Yorkshireman is an experienced cinematograph photographer and a naturalist of no small reputation. He had taken moving pictures in Africa before, and so he knew the climatic conditions there the heat radiation and the different intensities of light. He also knew the animals the Colonel was going to rope.
"You're driving him right into the picture. It's no good. Give over!" The chase never swerved an inch, and Kearton bent to his work again, cursing in well-selected periods. The next moment the hog drove past him. At the same instant Loveless threw his rope and caught the beast by one hind leg. The black horse stopped, fore feet planted firmly, and the dust cloud swept across and hid the scene.
But besides being a cinematograph expert and a naturalist, he was also a sportsman. When Kearton learned of the nature of the undertaking, he was skeptical. He had no more than a slight acquaintance with the Colonel then, and only a vague, hearsay knowledge of what the American Cowboy could do. Evidently his mind was divided by the dictates of common sense and the sporting instinct.
The chase followed after, and Kearton went into action on the north and Gobbet on the south, near a small thorn tree, with a negro porter beside him. The rhino caught sight of Gobbet's camera and charged. The porter went up the tree like a flash.
His privilege is to beguile and amuse and refresh through the ages: not to snatch momentary triumphs and disappear. The evidence of the moment is more on the side of the pessimist than the optimist. I found in America no trace of interest in such valuable records as the Kearton pictures of African jungle life or the Ponting records of the Arctic Zone.
Yet nobody thought it worth while for the camera department to go with them, and so Kearton and Gobbet and the four special porters trailed along with the slow, plodding wagon.
Then we came upon the four special porters with the cameras. Kearton took his machine on the saddle with him, and Gobbet caught up the tripod from another pair of outstretched arms. When we reached the bit of clearing and looked to the left of the road, we saw the long neck and head of a giraffe sharply outlined against the sky. The giraffe stood motionless.
In the plain to the southeast we could see a black speck moving about in a strange manner first one way, then another, then stopping and moving on again. "It's the Colonel," said Kearton, who had the glasses. "I think I can see the dogs. He's up to something." It was not many minutes before the Colonel's actions took on a different trend. For a space he rode straight for the reef.
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