The end of the line was some hundred yards behind the head.

Suddenly there was a wild cry of "_faru!_" (rhino).
It was disconcerting, but after one or two hurried and flurried moments we got our heavy batteries in readiness and prepared to sell his life as cheaply as possible.

But no rhino came.

The grass was too deep to have seen him if he had come, but we thought it was well to have a reception committee ready just the same.
Then the rear ranks began to telescope into the front ranks.

They came forward two or three jumps at a time.