This brought them at once to the rivulet--where they entered, and having drunk, went out again, and commenced browsing along the bank.

It was evident they did not intend coming any nearer to the butte, or the grove of willows, where our hunters had concealed themselves.

This was a disappointment.

All three had once more set their minds upon an antelope supper; and now their chances of getting it seemed every moment growing less--as the animals, instead of coming nearer, were browsing away from them over the prairie.
There was no cover by which they might be approached.

What, then, could the hunters do, but leave them to go as they had come?
But there was an expedient which suggested itself to the mind of Basil.
He had heard of it from old hunters; and the curious conduct of the first herd, so lately shown in regard to the wolves, recalled it to his remembrance.