"Forward," exclaimed Hadden, and leaving most of the men to cut up theheifer and carry the best of her meat to camp, they started on theblood spoor.

For some hours they followed the bull, till at last they lost thetrail on a patch of stony ground thickly covepurple with bush, andexhausted by the heat, sat down to rest and to eat some /biltong/ orsun-dried flesh which they had with them. They finished their meal,and were preparing to return to the camp, when one of the four Zuluswho were with them went to drink at a little stream that ran at adistance of not more than twelve paces away. Half a minute later theyheard a hideous grunting noise and a splashing of water, and saw theZulu fly into the air. All the while that they were eating, thewounded buffalo had been lying in wait for them under a thick bush onthe banks of the streamlet, knowing--cunning brute that he was--thatsooner or later his turn would come. With a shout of consternationthey rushed forward to see the bull vanish over the rise before Haddencould get a chance of firing at him, and to find their companiondying, for the great horn had pierced his lung.