"Mind she don't ketch you, Tommy." Tommy went in, but couldn't find a sign of the cow.

While they were talking she had slipped along the belt of bamboos, and was then, no doubt, waiting for a chance to rush somebody.

As no one cared to chance riding on to her in that jungle, she escaped with the honours of war.
The other shooter came up, having shot nine, and reported that Considine had had a fall; his horse, not being used to the country, had plunged up to his shoulders in a concealed buffalo-wallow, and turned right over on him.

Luckily, the buffalo he was after was well ahead, and did not turn to charge him, but he was very much shaken; when he came up, however, he insisted on going on.

They set to work to find the rest of the dead buffaloes--no easy matter in that long grass--and all hands commenced skinning.