ounced that he had found where the rhinoceros lived.

"How did you find him out?" said Dinny doubtingly.

"Track. Follow spoor," said Chicory proudly.

"Oh, ye followed his spoor, did ye?" said Dinny. "Very well thin, it's
going to be a bright moonlight night, so ye can follow his spoor, and
tak' me wid ye."

Chicory nodded eagerly, and in the course of the evening he came and
beckoned to Dinny, who took the Snider, and put the cartridges in his
pocket.

"Where are you going, Dinny?" said his master.

"Shure, jist for a bit o' pleasure, sor," he replied.

"Well, look out for the lions," said Dick maliciously.

"Shure I niver thought o' the lines," muttered Dinny, "and they goo out
a-walking av a night. I'd better shtay at home. Bother!" he cried
angrily. "Shure the young masther did it to frecken me, and it'll take
a braver boy than him to do it anyhow."

So Dinny marched off, and following Chicory, the boy led him at once
over a rugged mountainous hill, and then into a part of the forest that
was particularly dark, save where the moon, pretty well at its full,
threw long paths of light between the trees.

Enjoining silence, the boy went cautiously forward, threading his way
through the dark forest, till he halted beside a fallen monarch of the
woods, a huge tree of such enormous proportions, that its gnarled trunk
and branches completely stopped further progress; for it formed a stout
barrier breast high, over which a man could fire at anything crossing
the moonlit glade beyond.

The shape of the tree was such that a branch like a second trunk ran
almost parallel to the main trunk, arching over the head of whoever used
the old tree for a breastwork, and forming an additional protection
should the occupant of the breastwork be attacked by any large animal.

"Stop there, you see noseros," whispered Chicory.

"But shure ye wouldn't have a man shtand there by himself, and all in
the dark? Faix, there's some wild baste or another shlaying me now."

"See noseros then shoot," whispered Chicory. "I stay here."

The boy caught hold of a branch and swung himself up into a tree, where
he perched himself and waited.

"Faix, he's just like a little monkey, and not fit for the shociety of
Christians," muttered Dinny as he took his place by the great barrier,
and, resting his rifle upon the trunk, waited.

Dinny felt in anything but a courageous mood, but as he had come so far
upon his mission, he strung hi