Shikar Stories

by Ruskin Bond

  A low whistle roused him and he cocked his ears and peered round in the direction of the sound, but did not move his position. A depression in the ground served me admirably to run round and get in front of him, but he had heard me moving and was now on the alert though still sitting where I had left him. A snap shot was the work of a moment, and the monster's life blood dyed the white snow beneath him a bright crimson.

  Later on I found Isabeline—alone. Devil and Fool had been driven from her side by the big beast whose hide now covers the floor, and the little mother roams the alpine pastures still, and has long forgotten the existence of her young hopefuls.