This had evidently been the case, for the hunters observed huge branches broken off, or still hanging and turned to one side, out of the way--just as if the hand of man had done it.
Swartboy further affirmed, that such elephant-roads usually led to water; and by the very easiest and shortest routes--as if they had been planned and laid open by the skill of an engineer--showing the rare instinct or sagacity of these animals.
The hunters, therefore, expected soon to arrive at some watering-place; but it was equally probable the spoor might be leading them _from_ the water.
They had not followed it more than a quarter of a mile, when they came upon another road of a similar kind, that crossed the one they were spooring upon.

This had also been made by a number of elephants--a family most likely--and the tracks upon it were as recent as those they had been following.
They hesitated for a moment which to take; but at length concluded upon keeping straight on; and so they moved forward as before.
To their great disappointment the trail at last led out into more open ground, where the elephants had scattered about; and after following the tracks of one, and then another without success, they got bewildered, and lost the spoor altogether.
While casting about to find it in a place where the bush was thin and straggling, Swartboy suddenly ran off to one side, calling to the others to follow him.

Von Bloom and Hendrik went after to see what the Bushman was about.

They thought he had seen an elephant, and both, considerably excited, had already pulled the covers off their guns.
There was no elephant, however.

When they came up with Swartboy, he was standing under a tree, and pointing to the ground at its bottom.
The hunters looked down.