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A
wild
cry
went
forth
from
his
lips
,
as
the
tawny
form
was
about
launching
itself
for
the
leap
.
There
was
a
simultaneous
scream
from
the
jaguar
.
Something
appeared
suddenly
to
impede
it
;
and
instead
of
alighting
on
the
body
of
its
victim
,
it
fell
short
,
with
a
dead
plash
upon
the
water
!
Like
an
echo
of
his
own
,
a
cry
came
from
the
chapparal
,
close
following
a
sound
that
had
preceded
it
--
the
sharp
"
spang
"
of
a
rifle
.
A
huge
dog
broke
through
the
bushes
,
and
sprang
with
a
plunge
into
the
pool
where
the
jaguar
had
sunk
below
the
surface
.
A
man
of
colossal
size
advanced
rapidly
towards
the
bank
;
another
of
lesser
stature
treading
close
upon
his
heels
,
and
uttering
joyful
shouts
of
triumph
.
To
the
wounded
man
these
sights
and
sounds
were
more
like
a
vision
than
the
perception
of
real
phenomena
.
They
were
the
last
thoughts
of
that
day
that
remained
in
his
memory
.
His
reason
,
kept
too
long
upon
the
rack
,
had
given
way
He
tried
to
strangle
the
faithful
hound
that
swam
fawningly
around
him
and
struggled
against
the
strong
arms
that
,
raising
him
out
of
the
water
,
bore
him
in
friendly
embrace
to
the
bank
!
His
mind
had
passed
from
a
horrid
reality
,
to
a
still
more
horrid
dream
--
the
dream
of
delirium
.
The
friendly
arms
,
flung
around
Maurice
Gerald
,
were
those
of
Zeb
Stump
.
Guided
by
the
instructions
written
upon
the
card
,
the
hunter
had
made
all
haste
towards
the
rendezvous
there
given
.
He
had
arrived
within
sight
,
and
fortunately
within
rifle-range
of
the
spot
,
at
that
critical
moment
when
the
jaguar
was
preparing
to
spring
.
