Presently they stood by a kloof that was thick with trees.

Galazi stopped, holding up the Watcher, and the wolves stopped with him.
"I smell a quarry," he cried; "in, my people, in!" Then the wolves plunged silently into the great kloof, but Galazi and Umslopogaas drew to the foot of it and waited.

Presently there came a sound of breaking boughs, and lo! before them stood a buffalo, a bull who lowed fiercely and sniffed the air.
"This one will give us a good chase, my brother; see, he is gaunt and thin! Ah! that meat is tender which my people have hunted to the death!" As Galazi spoke, the first of the wolves drew from the covert and saw the buffalo; then, giving tongue, they sprang towards it.

The bull saw also, and dashed down the hill, and after him came Galazi and Umslopogaas, and with them all their company, and the rocks shook with the music of their hunting.

They rushed down the mountain side, and it came into the heart of Umslopogaas, that he, too, was a wolf.