Soonitledusintootherspoor，thatofawholeherdofthirtyorfortybeastsindeed，whichmadeourtaskquiteeasy，atleasttillwecametoharderground，fortheanimalshadgonealongway。Anhourormorelater，whenwewereaboutsevenmilesfromtheriver，Iperceivedaheadofus，forwewerenowalmostatthefootofthehills，acoolanddensely-woodedkloof。
“Thatiswheretheywillbe。”Isaid。“Nowcomeoncarefullyandmakenonoise。”
Werodetothewidemouthofthekloofwherethesignsofthebuffalowerenumerousandfresh，dismountedandtiedourhorsestoathorn，soastoapproachthemsilentlyonfoot。Wehadnotgonetwohundredyardsthroughthebushwhensuddenlyaboutfiftypacesaway，standingbroadsideonintheshadowbetweentwotrees，Isawasplendidoldbullwithatremendouspairofhorns。
“Shoot。”IwhisperedtoAnscombe，“youwillnevergetabetterchance。Itisthesentineloftheherd。”
Hekneltdown，hisfacequitewhitewithexcitement，andcoveredthebullwithhisExpress。