He wished to see, and, gun in hand, he glided among the herbs.

Immediately a dozen graceful gazelles, with small, sharp horns, passed with the rapidity of a water-spout.

Their hair, bright red, looked like a cloud of fire under the tall underwood of the forest.
"I had warned you," said Harris, when the novice returned to take his place.
Those antelopes were so light of foot, that it had been truly impossible to distinguish them; but it was not so with another troop of animals which was signaled the same day.

Those could be seen--imperfectly, it is true--but their apparition led to a rather singular discussion between Harris and some of his companions.
The little troop, about four o'clock in the afternoon, had stopped for a moment near an opening in the woods, when three or four animals of great height went out of a thicket a hundred steps off, and scampered away at once with remarkable speed.
In spite of the American's recommendations, this time the novice, having quickly shouldered his gun, fired at one of these animals.

But at the moment when the charge was going off, the weapon had been rapidly turned aside by Harris, and Dick Sand, skilful as he was, had missed his aim.
"No firing; no firing!" said the American.
"Ah, now, but those are giraffes!" cried Dick Sand, without otherwise replying to Harris's observation.
"Giraffes!" repeated Jack, standing up on the horse's saddle.