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The car was parallel to the patch of bush. Then to the gun-bearer in Swahili, вЂњTake the blood spoor.вЂќ вЂњThe other can watch to keep the birds away.вЂќДЄs the car moved slowly across the open space toward the island of brushy trees that ran in a tongue of foliage along a dry water course that cut the open swale, Macomber felt his heart pounding and his mouth was dry again, but it was excitement, not fear. He called to the gun-bearers, who came up wiping their hands, and the older one got into the back. TheyвЂ™ve finished skinning out that head now. After theyвЂ™ve been hit once they take a hell of a lot of killing.

The only other shot is into his chest or, if youвЂ™re to one side, into the neck or the shoulders. The boss of the horns covers any sort of a brain shot. вЂњWhen a buff comes he comes with his head high and thrust straight out. Now let me tell you about them.вЂќ He had saved this until the last because he did not want to worry Macomber. Your gun-bearer can carry your heavy gun. WeвЂ™ll leave the Mannlicher in the car with the Memsahib. вЂњYou might as well shoot the Springfield,вЂќ Wilson said. Wilson called in Swahili and the older gun-bearer, who was skinning out one of the heads, straightened up, pulled a box of solids out of his pocket and brought them over to Macomber, who filled his magazine and put the remaining shells in his pocket. вЂњDo you think weвЂ™ve given him time enough?вЂќ Macomber asked Wilson cheerfully. Margot said nothing but sat back in the corner of the seat. Because she had done the best she could for many years back and the way they were together now was no one personвЂ™s fault. вЂњIsnвЂ™t it sort of late?вЂќ Margot said bitterly.

Macomber laughed, a very natural hearty laugh. вЂњYouвЂ™ve gotten awfully brave, awfully suddenly,вЂќ his wife said contemptuously, but her contempt was not secure. вЂњIf you donвЂ™t know what weвЂ™re talking about why not keep out of it?вЂќ Macomber asked his wife. вЂњI have been gassing too much.вЂќ SheвЂ™s worried about it already, he thought. вЂњJust because youвЂ™ve chased some helpless animals in a motor car you talk like heroes.вЂќ No pleasure in anything if you mouth it up too much.вЂќ DoesnвЂ™t do to talk too much about all this. вЂњBut you have a feeling of happiness about action to come?вЂќ Mind you, youвЂ™ll be scared too, plenty of times.вЂќ вЂњMuch more fashionable to say youвЂ™re scared. вЂњYouвЂ™re not supposed to mention it,вЂќ Wilson said, looking in the otherвЂ™s face. вЂњDo you have that feeling of happiness about whatвЂ™s going to happen?вЂќ Macomber asked, still exploring his new wealth. But she saw the change in Francis Macomber now. She saw Wilson as she had seen him the day before when she had first realized what his great talent was. From the far corner of the seat Margaret Macomber looked at the two of them.