ck.

Kalulu, more experienced than any other, had found his task much lighter
than either Simba or Moto, least of all the Arab boys, his lithe, sinewy
form had penetrated through the grass with the ease of the young
antelope, from which he derived his name, and had found it no difficulty
whatever to stalk the buffaloes; so that, long before his companions had
gained their several positions, he had ventured as near a buffalo bull
as prudence would suggest, and one of his arrows was already resting on
the string which his practised hand would surely send home into the
animal's flanks on the first sound of the signal.

In a few minutes, Simba having kindly waited for his friends, Kalulu
heard the whistle, and as he stood up he took a second's survey of the
field. Moto was far to the right of Simba, Simba was next to Kalulu,
Abdullah was a few yards behind him, on his left, with his gun pointed
at the same animal he had chosen. Selim was the furthest on the left,
about thirty or forty yards from a young bull buffalo. This was taken
in at one glance, and probably Simba and Moto had taken the same
precaution. The next second Kalulu's bow twanged. Selim's rifle and
the muskets of Simba and Moto were heard together, and there was
confusion and momentary dismay among the animals, as they heard the
startling reports of the fire-arms. The lord of the little herd, in
whose side Kalulu's arrow was buried up to the feathers, had already
lowered his head, and was preparing for a charge, when Abdullah's gun
rang out sharp and loud, close behind, it seemed to Kalulu, who
instinctively bent his head, and the formidable bull reeled under the
stroke of the bullet, which was flattened in the centre of his head but
only for a moment; for, after uttering a frightful bellow, he lowered
his head again, and came down, tearing the earth, towards the active
young chief.

Pooh! the brute might as well have charged upon smoke, as upon the young
Mtuta; for a single bound took him to one side, clear out of danger, and
as the buffalo passed by, exposing his flanks, Kalulu drew his bow until
it was almost double, and sent a barbed arrow clean through his heart,
which rolled him over and over in the agonies of death. Thus Kalulu won
the first prize.

Simba and Moto had been engaged with the same animal, which two bullets
well aimed soon settled for ever. Selim, on the other hand, had broken
a leg, just at the shoulder, of the buffalo to which