CHAPTER FORTY ONE.
A WILD RIDE ON QUAGGA-BACK.
Hendrik was congratulating himself on his success.

He anticipated some pleasure in the surprise he was about to create at camp, when he should march in with the eland--for he had no doubt that he would succeed in doing so.
Indeed, there appeared no reason to doubt it.

The bull had already entered the gorge, and was moving down it, while Hendrik and his quagga were hurrying forward to follow.
The hunter had arrived within a few yards of the top, when a loud trampling noise sounded in his ears, as if a band of heavy-footed animals were coming up the gorge.
He spurred his quagga forward, in order to reach the edge, and get a view down the ravine.

Before he was able to do so, he was surprised to see the eland gallop up again, and try to pass him upon the plain.

It had evidently received fresh alarm, from something in the gorge; and preferred facing its old enemy to encountering the new.
Hendrik did not give his attention to the eland.