Swartboy alleged that the one killed by the rhinoceros was of this class, else he would not have attacked the latter as he had done.

There was a good deal of probability in this belief of the Bushman.
Under these impressions, then, it is less to be wondered, that our hunters felt some apprehensions of danger from the game they were pursuing.
The spoor grew fresher and fresher.

The hunters saw trees turned bottom upward, the roots exhibiting the marks of the elephant's teeth, and still wet with the saliva from his vast mouth.

They saw broken branches of the mimosas giving out their odour, that had not had time to waste itself.

They concluded the game could not be distant.
They rounded a point of timber--the Bushman being a little in the advance.
Suddenly Swartboy stopped and fell back a pace.