There were about half-a-dozen of them in all, lying in a line; but so close were they, that their bodies touched one another, and at first sight appeared as one object, or a string of objects connected together.

They lay perfectly still and motionless.
It was this group that had attracted the leader of the antelope herd, and was drawing him out of his course.
Curious to witness the _denouement_, our hunters continued to lie quiet in their ambush among the willows.
The antelopes had all turned in the track of their leader, and were following him in the new direction, like soldiers marching in single file.

They went slowly, with outstretched necks and eyes protruded, gazing steadfastly on the strange objects before them.

When within a hundred yards or so of the wolves, the leader stopped, and sniffed the air.

The others imitated him in every movement.