One more such miss, and then-- Hans began to whisper to me.
"Baas," he said, "those aasvogels see the flash of the gun, and shy at it like a horse.

Baas, you are shooting into their faces, for they all hang with their beaks toward you before they drop.

You must get behind them, and fire into their tails, for even an aasvogel cannot see with its tail." I let fall my hands and stared at him.

Surely the poor fellow had been inspired from on high! I understood it all now.

While their beaks were towards me, I might fire at fifty vultures and never hit one, for each time they would swerve from the flash, causing the bullet to miss them, though but by a little.
"Come," I gasped, and began to walk quickly round the edge of the depression to a rock, which I saw opposite about a hundred yards away.
My journey took me near the Zulus, who mocked me as I passed, asking where my magic was, and if I wished to see the white people killed presently.