We follow the hunter of all things." They slipped into their clothes and followed at a trot after the jackal, which ran straight on, its bushy tail held low.

It followed the river down for a mile or so, then stopped, looking back at its master.
Mr.Hume and the chief stood silently inspecting the hard ground, then they walked on a few yards.

The same thoughts seemed to come to each, as the boys judged from their actions; for from the ground their eyes ranged over the land, then were turned skywards.

Muata pointed a finger at a ringed crow flying with bent head.
"They killed," said Mr.Hume.
"Oh!! They killed." "You see," said the hunter to the two boys, "the pair crouched here; these circular marks in the sand were made by the swing of the tails.

They sighted game.