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Updated: June 1, 2025
The boat moved out into the current, then worked up very tenderly while Venning steered, with his eyes fixed on that little speck of red. Slowly they advanced, cautiously were the levers pulled over and shot back, so that there should be no noise, and silently the smooth craft cut into the darkness. But light travels far, and they seemed to get no nearer.
He kept Venning's thoughts off the mental picture of the charging lion until dawn, when all hands prepared for the hunt. "If you hit him hard he will be lying near, and I guess it will be a different matter meeting him by daylight eh, my lad?" Venning looked into the hunter's calm eyes, and felt strong.
Venning, who had a fellow-feeling for one in distress, being himself worn out, took the paw, discovered a nasty cut on the pad, washed it out with warm water, treated it with carbolic, bound it up, and gave the animal the pot to dean, which he did, polishing it out with his long red tongue. The boy and the jackal stretched themselves on a kaross to the sun, while Mr.
There was something on his back, something that jogged about and hit him on the side of the head, that gripped him round the chest! What was it? He felt gingerly, and laughed again. His carbine! What was the use of a carbine there? No good, of course. What a joke to throw it down and hear the splash, or, better, to fire it off and hear the echoes! "Venning!"
Venning described how he had seen the jackal approach the chief, and as he and Mr. Hume went into the village, leaving Compton in the boat, they cast an anxious glance at the square already agleam with fires in the growing dusk. Muata was still at the post, his head drooping and his body relaxed. "That's bad," muttered the hunter; "he looks quite exhausted." "Perhaps he's shamming."
Maybe we will learn from it how to make tools for the building of boats." "I will search, O son of my white man." She sat awhile, then produced a cob-pipe, and, after getting a fill of tobacco, went off smoking with the bowl against her cheek. "Humph!" said Venning. "Wants to keep us as boat-builders. I bet she's taken the Okapi as the first of the fleet for the great exodus."
"I think I will," said Venning; and, with a sigh, he pulled the kaross over him, being too tired out to wonder how it came there.
Venning started at the deep voice so unexpected. "I did not know you were awake, sir." "I sleep very lightly my boy." "As you are awake, sir, I would like to say " But he stopped as the mat rustled. "Come in," said Mr. Hume. "Me guard, great master" in the same soft, oily tones Venning had heard before. "Hear noise. Think may be thieves." "Mosquitoes, not thieves," said Mr. Hume, quietly.
"Big or little, we can't afford to indulge in reckless firing. One bullet, one man, is my motto." "But we cannot all shoot like you," grumbled Venning. "A matter of habit," said the hunter, quietly. "All you have to do is to get the advantage of position, and then it is no merit to shoot straight.
Hurrah!" Venning, recovering himself, saw the men on the launch hurled to the deck. "Hurray!" he shouted. "Keep on!" shouted Compton; and, after another five minutes' burst, the Okapi swept behind one island and passed in between two others. "Now," he said, "give me the levers." "You're welcome," said Mr. Hume, wiping the moisture from his brow and taking a huge breath.
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