With a swing of his head here, and a swing there, he stove in the ribs of two of the pack; then he sprang on another, flung him, as a boy would a stone, into the air, watched him go up, watched him come down, then flung him up again, and fell forward on his knees with his nose on the ground, and the pack snapped the flesh from him in mouthfuls.

The other bull turned not at the howling of the pack.

He walked on slow and straight to the vlei, drank deep, and made a bed in the mud.

He covered his wounds with mud, and when his wounds were healed he was an outcast.

The troop had another leader, and the old cow led them all to another grazing-ground." "And what became of you, Muata ?" "Muata stayed in the tree.