Mark caught up his heavy birds and ran back with the major to where the first they had shot lay, while from behind came another yell, and looking over his shoulder Mark saw that a spear-armed figure was coming rapidly in pursuit.
Chapter Twenty Eight.
How Mark found something that was not Game.
They had not far to go, but in a hot sun, and with the double guns, ammunition, and the heavy birds, they were panting and in a profuse perspiration.
“Can’t do impossibilities, Mark, my lad,” cried the major. “We must either run for it without our game, or stop and fight for it.”
“Oh!” cried Mark; “we can’t leave the birds.”
“But you can’t fight,” cried the major, who, as he spoke, began throwing the great birds behind a clump of rocks.
“But they have taken so much trouble to get,” panted Mark.