spectatrix below. My first dread was least the rock should crush
him, but to my great joy I saw at once that it was rolling slowly
down the hill, whilst F---'s vigorous bound off it as it gave way,
had carried him well into the middle of the leafy cushion beneath
him, where he presently landed flat on his back!

I expected every moment to hear the revolver go off, but mercifully
it did not do so; and as his thorny bed was hardly to be endured,
F--- soon kicked himself off it, and before I could realize that he
was unhurt, had scrambled to his feet, and was rushing off, crying
in school-boy glee, "That will fetch him out" That (the rock)
certainly did fetch him (the pig) out in a moment, and Pincher
availed himself of the general confusion to seize hold of his
enemy's hind leg, which he never afterwards let go. The boar kept
snapping and champing his great tusks; but Pincher, even with the
leg in his mouth, was too active to be caught: so as the boar found
that it was both futile and undignified to try to run away with a
dog hanging on his hind-quarters, he tried another plan. Making for
a clump of Ti-ti palms he went to bay, and contrived to take up a
very good defensive position. Pincher would have never given up his
mouthful of leg if F--- had not called him off, for it seemed
impossible to fire the revolver whilst the dog held on. This change
of tactics was much against Pincher's judgment, and he kept rushing
furiously in between F--- and the boar. As for me, I prudently
retired behind a big boulder, on which I could climb if the worst
came to the worst, and called out from time to time, to both dog and
man, "Oh, don't!"

They did not even hear me, for the din of battle was loud. The pig
dodged about so fast, that although F---'s bullets lodged in the