I found her standing about fifty yards from the spot with a double rifle cocked, awaiting an expected charge from one of the buffaloes that, separated from the herd, had happened to rush in her direction.
Mahomet had been in an awful fright, and was now standing secure behind his mistress.

I rode through the grass with the hope of getting a shot, but the animal had disappeared.

We returned to the dead tetel and to our captive baboons; but times had changed since we had left them.

One had taken advantage of our absence, and, having bitten through his tether, had escaped.

The other had used force instead of cunning, and, in attempting to tear away from confinement, had strangled himself with the slip-knot of the rope.
We now pushed ahead, and at 5 P.M.we arrived at the spot on the margin of the Settite River at which we were to encamp for some time.