There, in front, a hundred yards away, though to the unpractised eye they looked much closer, because of the dazzling clearness of the atmosphere, was a great herd of springbok trekking along in single file.

Ah, they have come to the waggon-track and do not like the look of it.

What will they do ?--go back?
Not a bit of it.

It is nearly thirty feet wide, but that is nothing to a springbok.

See, the first of them bounds into the air like a ball.