All the scene in the hut of Zikali rose before me--the old dwarf, his words, everything.

I lifted my rifle and fired at the charging beast, but knew that the bullet glanced from its skull.

I threw down the gun--for the buffalo was right on me--and tried to jump aside.
Almost I did so, but that cleft horn, to which hung the remains of Umbezi's moocha, scooped me up and hurled me off the river bank backwards and sideways into the deep pool below.

As I departed thither I saw Saduko spring forward and heard a shot fired that caused the bull to collapse for a moment.

Then with a slow, sliding motion it followed me into the pool.
Now we were together, and there was no room for both, so after a certain amount of dodging I went under, as the lighter dog always does in a fight.