THE FOREST TRACK CONTINUED Once as they trotted by a pheasant rose screaming from the furze and flew before them down the track.

Just afterwards Felix, who had been previously looking very carefully into the firs upon his right hand, suddenly stopped, and Oliver, finding this, pulled up as quickly as he could, thinking that Felix wished to tighten his girth.
"What is it ?" he asked, turning round in his saddle.
"Hush!" said Felix, dismounting; his horse, trained to hunting, stood perfectly still, and would have remained within a few yards of the spot by the hour together.

Oliver reined back, seeing Felix about to bend and string his bow.
"Bushmen," whispered Felix, as he, having fitted the loop to the horn notch, drew forth an arrow from his girdle, where he carried two or three more ready to hand than in the quiver on his shoulder.

"I thought I saw signs of them some time since, and now I am nearly sure.

Stay here a moment." He stepped aside from the track in among the firs, which just there were far apart, and went to a willow bush standing by some furze.