The marks made by the frightened flock were plain enough, even to the horsemen; and bits of wool, left behind on the bushes, afforded an unmistakable testimony to their passage.
"They were not going so fast, here," Mr.Blount said, after dismounting and examining.

"The footprints do not go in pairs, as they did at first.

The flock has broken into a trot.

Ah! There is the first, ahead." In a hundred yards they came upon the skin and head of a sheep.
Nothing else remained.

Unable to keep up with the flock, it had been speared, cut up, and eaten raw by the blacks.