"Eweh! in the dark of the big kloof, where it's that still you can hear the sap moving in the trees. You see that crittur was more'n ordinary cunning, and he'd seen how he was feared, so he'd settle it down to a certainty that no man would ever dare tempt death near his sleepin' place. Therefore, though deadly risky, the best plan would be to go to that very spot. Next thing was to give him a good feed far away--and yet not too far. Ef the kill was too far he wouldn't come back to his roost, and ef it was too near he wouldn't eat before returning. So I built a little bush kraal near the kloof an got a brandzickt goat from Ned Amos to turn in." "Why not have tied the goat up in the kloof?" "No good, sonny, with an 'xper'enced tiger. He'd a suspected a plant, 'cos his understanding 'ud tell him that goats don't grow in kloofs. The kraal he would take as a piece of man's foolishness. Before this I filed down a whole sixpence, and the filings I melted into a good round bullet, with some clean lead. Two charges I put in behind that bullet, and seed that the powder was well up in the nipple with the shiniest cap well pressed down. Then I killed a stink-cat--I'll tell you why afterwards. I got the goat down to the kraal an hour before sun-down, and then I slipped into the kloof, treading like a shadder, with the bleat of the old billy buck calling loud. I pulled up, an' waited till that ole man baboon, who had watched all proceedings, gave me the sign that the Black Sam was on the move. I felt my way on up to his lair under a shelving rock at the foot of the precipice that hems in the kloof on the top side. It was that dark I couldn't see my hand, and I knew at once my plan would land me with a split throttle if I waited for his coming back. I was that skeered, too, with the whisperin' in the trees, that I was just making ready to run when I see a firefly dodging around." "And you thought it was the tiger's eye?" "You wait. I seed a firefly making circles of flame against the blackness--and I cotched him gently--so's not to spoil his lantern. I fixed him in the bark of a tree that stood near the den--and two others I fixed in line--one above, one below. The top was three feet above the ground, the middle was two and a half, and the bottom one a foot high. Next thing I threw that stink-cat in the den, and the smell of him came out thick, covering up all taint of a man. Then I settled down opposite the tree with the gun fixed on the little spark where I'd fixed the middle fly. I reckoned when the ole chap came home and smelt that cat he'd stand in disgust--and as the smell would strike him just by the tree his body would blot out the flies and give me a mark." "And he didn't come back that way?"