Right to this river I followed it, till I reached the edge of a big pool that was still full of water, although the river itself had gone dry.

Here I stood looking at the spoor and consulting with Saduko as to whether the beast could have swum the pool, for the tracks that went to its very verge had become confused and uncertain.

Suddenly our doubts were ended, since out of a patch of dense bush which we had passed--for it had played the common trick of doubling back on its own spoor--appeared the buffalo, a huge bull, that halted on three legs, my bullet having broken one of its thighs.

As to its identity there was no doubt, since on, or rather from, its right horn, which was cleft apart at the top, hung the remains of Umbezi's moocha.
"Oh, beware, Inkoosi," cried Saduko in a frightened voice.

_"It is the buffalo with the cleft horn!"_ I heard him; I saw.