In Search of an Unknown Race — page 80: what you’re looking at

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70 VAN. The jaguar, snarling fiercely, threw its graceful head backwards, and bit savagely at the shaft of an arrow imbedded in its shoulder. ‘“Twang,’ went another bowstring, and a feathered shaft buried itself between the animal’s ribs. Another and another followed in quick succession. The snarls of the savage animal, whose attention was now diverted from its prey, were changed to moans of pain. All at once its claws began slipping from the smooth bark. Catching convulsively at leaves and twigs in | its descent, the jaguar fell to the ground—a convulsive / quiver ran through its frame, and the limbs dropped limply on one side—the tiger cat was dead ! ) And now occurred a strange thing. A bareheaded ~ boy of eight or ten years of age—or thus it seemed to Van—wearing asleeveless, short-skirted shirt over loose white breeches reaching to the knee, came running swiftly over the green sward in the direction of the fal- len animal. He was followed by another and another, till more than twenty had clustered about it. None of them seemed to notice Van, who himself was not quite sure but the whole thing was part of a sort of temporary delirium. He lay reclining on one elbow, halfhidden by a mimosa bush, feeling his former symptoms of lassitude and pain coming on. As nearly as he could tell from where he lay, there was hardly aninch of difference in the hunters’ height, which at most was little more than four feet. ‘‘“What next ?” muttered Van, rubbing his eyes ; ‘‘ do the people in this part of the world send children out hunting tiger cats ?” comicbooks:com