On came the , and seeing him grow larger and larger in the eye of the camera until his bulk seemed to fill the whole world continued to crank the machine, in the that he was obtaining what would be the finest film of the whole expedition to date, perhaps the finest and most thrilling of all including whatever pictures lay in the future.  
He was , in his blazing excitement, of the fact that the rhinoceros was charging directly at him. He could not hear Bob’s cries. He was of Frank running toward him from the background.
 
When finally, as the came so close that looking into the camera finder Jack could see little more than the huge formidable head with its little eyes in anger, he realized with a shock that in another minute it would be too late for him to escape.
 
What was more, all the risk he had run would go for , because the great beast would the tripod and camera and destroy the film.
 
Then Jack acted with a speed of which he had not considered himself capable. But what one can do under stress of tremendous excitement is considerable.
 
the legs of the tripod together, he the camera over a shoulder and leaped away, not running in the path of the charging rhino, but at a right angle from it.
 
Seeing his escaping, but unable because of his great bulk to halt his mad career in time, the rhino crashed forward. He passed directly over the spot where Jack had been stationed not sixty seconds after he had departed. One foot struck the film box and sent it lurching forward, and another pile driver crushing it into the ground.
 
But that was the end of Mr. Rhino. For ere the great beast could turn to pursue his , Bob’s rifle rang out and, drilled through the heart, the monster halted, swayed on his feet, then fell over on his side with a crash that made the very ground tremble.
 
Jack returning, white-faced now that he began to realize how close had been his escape from a horrible death, could not speak as he big Bob’s hand. And the latter was still filled with nervous excitement himself.
 
They merely looked at each other, hands clasped, trying to grin, with Bob clutching his rifle and Jack his camera, until a rather cry of “Hold it,” from the rear caused them to swing about.
 
A score of feet away stood Frank, turning the crank of his camera. He stopped and leaving the machine in position approached his comrades.
 
“Picture of the monster and of his near-victim and the latter’s exchanging pleasantries,” he said.
 
Then his tone sobered and grabbing Jack by the shoulders, he shook him fondly.
 
“You good-for-nothing rascal,” he said. “I almost died of heart failure when I saw you sticking to your post. From the rear it looked as if the rhino were running right over you. Then I saw you dash away to one side and, believe me, lad, that was the welcomest sight I’ve ever laid eyes on.”
 
Jack looked apologetic. “Sorry I caused you fellows any worry on my account,” he said. “The next time I’ll be more careful of your feelings.”
 
“And, oh, yes,” added Frank, as they approached the fallen rhinoceros and stood looking at his vast proportions, “I did what looked like a sort of heartless thing. Seeing I couldn’t be of any use, as I was without a rifle, I put down my camera, which I’d grabbed when running toward you, and started cranking.”
 
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