Suleiman's horse gave in--we had been for about twenty minutes at a killing pace.

Tetel, although not a fast horse, was good for a distance, and he now proved his power of endurance, as I was riding at least two stone heavier than any of the party.

Only four of the seven remained; and we swept down the incline, Taher Sherif still leading, and Abou Do the last! His horse was done, but not the rider; for, springing to the ground while at full speed, sword in hand, he forsook his tired horse, and, preferring his own legs, he ran like an antelope, and, for the first hundred yards I thought lie would really pass us and win the honor of first blow.

It was of no use, the pace was too severe, and, although running wonderfully, he was obliged to give way to the horses.

Only three now followed the rhinoceroses--Taher Sherrif, his brother Roder, and myself.