Never stopping an instant, the big buck led the way, the does and fawn
followed; and, before you could say "Jack Robinson," they were "over the
hills, and far away."

This was the antelope that we _almost_ caught. The boys came back to the
wagons, thoroughly fagged out, and looking painfully silly.

Again we drove along, but had not proceeded more than a mile or two,
when up sprung another old doe, and ran toward Landy, stamping her
fore-foot fiercely. Of course the foolish dog took after her as hard as
he could go,--just as she wanted him to do; and a fine chase she led
him, always taking care not to leave him so far behind as to discourage
him, and make him turn back.

We knew at once by her actions that she had a fawn near there; and so,
while she was leading Landy away from it, we set about hunting it up. In
a few minutes, I came across the little slender-legged beauty, snugly
curled up under a tuft of grass. As I came upon him, he dashed out of
cover with a shrill, plaintive little "baa-baa, baa-baa," and, as fawns
always do in such cases, began running in a small circle.

Landy, disgusted with his hopeless chase, came trotting back, and at
once struck in after the fawn. This one was not so fleet as the other;
and by and by Landy overtook him, and tried to stop him by pushing him
over with his nose. This frightened the fawn so badly, that he made
direct for Tip, who was squatting in the long grass in wait for him, and
rushed joyfully into his arms.

We took the bright-eyed little thing into the wagon, and by night he was
so tame, that he would follow us around; and, when we lay down to sleep