"Down, Brawn, down! To heel, sir!"
Next moment Roland fired, and with a terrible shriek the jaguar took to the bush, wounded and bleeding, and was seen no more.
But his yells had awakened the echoes of the forest, and for more than five minutes the din of roaring, growling, and shrieking was fearful.
Wild birds, no doubt, helped to swell the pandemonium.
After a time, however, all was still once more, and the journey was continued in silence.
Even Peggy, usually the first to commence a conversation, felt in no mood for talking now.
She was very tired. Her feet ached, her brow was hot, and her eyes felt as if boiling in their sockets.
Roland had filled his large flask at the little waterfall before leaving the glade, and he now made her drink.
The draught seemed to renew her strength, and she struggled on as bravely as ever.
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