With such like exclamations we darted from behind our cover, and ran as fast as our legs could carry us up to the guanaco I had hit; while Surley, hounded on by us, went off in hot chase after the animal Jerry had wounded.  We were soon up to the guanaco I had hit.  Poor beast! he staggered on, and then over he went on his side.  He looked up at us with his mild eyes, as much as to say, "Oh, you cruel white men, who come from far-off across the seas, you have well-nigh destroyed the original people of the country, and now you would wage war against us, its harmless four-footed inhabitants."  He tried to spit at us, but his strength failed him, and in an instant more he was dead.  As soon as we saw this, off we went after Surley.  He had singled a guanaco out of the herd, and marks of blood on the grass showed that it had been wounded. Old Surley was among them.  Then one beast was seen to drop astern. Slower and slower he went, kicking out all the time at the dog, who ran leaping up to try and catch hold of his neck.  He got a kick, which sent him rolling over, but he was up again.