They struck out down the river, passed the reeds out of which the lion had sprung, saw the cluster of vultures standing round the body of the lion, and then they saw a troop of antelope grazing in a patch of mimosas.

After a careful stalk, Compton fired, and the herd dashed off together, with the exception of one, which took its own course at a slower gait.
"You hit him, Dick." "Yes; and we'll get him.

You go to the left, and I'll keep him away from the river." The two dashed off, each on his own line, and for several minutes the stricken animal led them through fairly open country, with every promise of a speedy run, for it was evidently hard hit.

Then, taking advantage of an old watercourse, it turned to the right, and when Compton recovered the track he had lost touch with Venning.

He gave a "coo-ee," and then getting a view of the antelope making down to the water, he turned it with another shot, and sprinted to overtake it.