aside, and stooped down to look at the hundreds of
footprints in the soft mud.

"Koodoo," he said, "eland, buffalo, bok, wildebeeste, quagga, zebra,
lion," and he pointed out in turn the spoor, or footprints, of the
various beasts he named. "Yes, plenty of game here."

As they went on, the boys noticed the abundance of the pretty little
whidah bird, a lovely little creature, about the size of a lark, but
with a tail of such enormous length that in a breeze the power of the
wind upon the tail drives the bird to take flight into shelter, so that
it shall not be blown away. Pigeons in abundance flew over their heads,
and parrots of such gaudy colours that Dick felt obliged to shoot three
or four as specimens, to skin and add to their collection.

But the lion pretty well filled the thoughts of all, and Jack was
intensely eager to see the monster that he took to himself the credit of
having shot.

As they drew near the place where the adventure of the previous night
had taken place, the verdure began to give place to brown, parched-up
sedgy grass, and the boys could not help noticing how much it seemed to
harmonise with the skin of the beast of prey they had slain.

As they drew nearer there was no difficulty in finding the spot, for a
party of great, dusky, bare-necked vultures were sitting about, gazing
hungrily at the dead beast, but afraid to approach on account of the
sticks and branches stuck about to imitate a trap.

They were so near now that they could make out the shape of the lion
amongst the dry grass, when, apparently always upon his guard, the
General suddenly presented the point of his assegai. Coffee and Chicory
said nothing, but they did the same; and Dick and Jack, fully under the
impression that the lion had come back to life, cocked their rifles and
stood ready to fire.

Just then there was a low muttering growl, a moving of the long grass as
if something was passing through, and a smooth-coated lion bounded into
sight, gazing at them menacingly, and lashing its sides with its tail.

Wisely or no, the boys' rifles were at their shoulders on the instant,
and they fired together as Coffee and Chicory threw their spears.

There was a tremendous roar, a bound, a crash, and then silence, broken
only by the clicking of the mechanism of the rifles, as the boys rapidly
reloaded them with heavy ball.

As the smoke cleared away the General beckoned Dick and Jack to his
side, and they advanced cautiou