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lost
consciousness. If so, it can only have been for a few seconds. Then my
mind returned to me and I saw a strange sight. The leopard and Scroope
were fighting each other. The leopard, standing on one hind leg, for the
other was broken, seemed to be boxing Scroope, whilst Scroope was
driving his big hunting knife into the brute's carcase. They went down,
Scroope undermost, the leopard tearing at him. I gave a wriggle and
came out of that mossy bed--I recall the sucking sound my body made
as it left the ooze.
Close by was my rifle, uninjured and at full cock as it had fallen from
my hand. I seized it, and in another second had shot the leopard
through the head just as it was about to seize Scroope's throat.
It fell stone dead on the top of him. One quiver, one contraction of the
claws (in poor Scroope's leg) and all was over. There it lay as though it
were asleep, and underneath was Scroope.
The difficulty was to get it off him, for the beast was very heavy, but I
managed this at last with the help of a thorn bough I found which some
elephant had torn from a tree. This I used as a lever. There beneath lay
Scroope, literally covered with blood, though whether his own or the
leopard's I could not tell. At first I thought that he was dead, but after I
had poured some water over him from the little stream that trickled
down the rock, he sat up and asked inconsequently:
"What am I now?"
"A hero," I answered. (I have always been proud of that repartee.)
Then, discouraging further conversation, I set to work to get him back
to the camp, which fortunately was close at hand.

When we had proceeded a couple of hundred yards, he still making
inconsequent remarks, his right arm round my neck and my left arm
round his middle, suddenly he collapsed in a dead faint, and as his
weight was more than I could carry, I had to leave him and fetch help.
In the end I got him to the tents by aid of the Kaffirs and a blanket, and
there made an examination. He was scratched all over, but the only
serious wounds were a bite through the muscles of the left upper arm
and three deep cuts in the right thigh just where it joins the body,
caused by a stroke of the leopard's claws. I gave him a dose of
laudanum to send him to sleep and dressed these hurts as best I could.
For three days he went on quite well. Indeed, the wounds had begun to
heal healthily when suddenly some kind of fever took him, caused, I
suppose, by the poison of the leopard's fangs or claws.
Oh! what a terrible week was that which followed! He became delirious,
raving continually of all sorts of things, and especially of Miss
Margaret Manners. I kept up his strength as well as was possible with
soup made from the flesh of game, mixed with a little brandy which I
had. But he grew weaker and weaker. Also the wounds in the thigh
began to suppurate.
The Kaffirs whom we had with us were of little use in such a case, so
that all the nursing fell on me. Luckily, beyond a shaking, the leopard
had done me no hurt, and I was very strong in those days. Still the lack
of rest told on me, since I dared not sleep for more than half an hour or
so at a time. At length came a morning when I was quite worn out.
There lay poor Scroope turning and muttering in the little tent, and
there I sat by his side, wondering whether he would live to see another
dawn, or if he did, for how long I should be able to tend him. I called to
a Kaffir to bring me my coffee, and just was I was lifting the pannikin
to my lips with a shaking hand, help came.
It arrived in a very strange shape. In front of our camp were two thorn
trees, and from between these trees, the rays from the rising sun falling
full on him, I saw a curious figure walking towards me in a slow,
purposeful fashion. It was that of a man of uncertain age, for though the
beard and long hair were white, the face was comparatively youthful,

save for the wrinkles round the mouth, and the dark eyes were full of
life and vigour. Tattered garments, surmounted by a torn kaross or skin
rug, hung awkwardly upon his tall, thin frame. On his feet were
veld-schoen of untanned hide, on his back a battered tin case