So we started.

Evidently the beast had been badly hit, for the blood spoor was easy to follow.

Yet it had been able to retreat up to the end of the kloof that terminated in a cliff over which trickled a stream of water.

Here it was not more than a hundred paces wide, and on either side of it were other precipitous cliffs.

As we went from one of these a war-horn, such as the Basutos use, was blown.