The wind was blowing towards the wolves, therefore the antelopes, who possess the keenest scent, could benefit nothing from this.

They moved forward again several paces, and again halted, and uttered their snorts as before, and then once more moved on.

These manoeuvres lasted for some minutes; and it was evident that the spirits of fear and curiosity were struggling within the breasts of these creatures.

At times the former seemed to have the mastery, for they would tremble, and start as if about to break off in flight.

Curiosity would again prevail, and a fresh movement forward was the consequence.
In this way they advanced, until the headmost had got within a few paces of the wolves, who lay all the while as still as mice or as cats waiting for mice.