At length Surley's attack seemed to produce more effect on the puma. For a moment he turned round to try to repel him.  Fleming seized the opportunity, and, taking better aim than he had hitherto been able to do, plunged his knife right up to the hilt in the animal's breast, and then sprang back out of his way.  We came up at the same moment, barely in time to save Surley from some severe handling, for the puma had turned all his fury on him.  We stopped and loaded, and then running on got close up to the beast, to run no risk of hitting the dog, and fired. Over he rolled, giving a few spasmodic clutches with his claws, and with a snarl expired.