umpled into a heap of body and limbs. He had tried to
run. I could see that by the tracks, but before he had run ten steps
the terrible ghost-bull had overtaken him and flung him forward. The
great hole made by the entering horn gaped wide between his ribs, and,
tearing forward, had half ripped him in two. The grass around was all
red and wet with half-congealed blood, and in the midst, imprinted deep
and clear as in the muddy earth after rain, two great hoof marks, and
those of such a size as to be imprinted by no living animal.

So now I had seen with my own eyes a victim of the terror of the Red
Death, and now I myself must slay this horror. But how to slay a great
and terrible ghost--a fearful thing not of this world?

CHAPTER FIVE.

GASITYE THE WIZARD.

For long I stood there thinking. I looked at the ground, all red and
splashed with blood. I looked at the distorted body of the dead slave
and the great gaping wound which had let out the life--the sure and
certain mark of the dreaded Red Death--always dealt as it was, in the
same part of the body--and for all my thought I could think out no
method of finding and slaying this evil thing. Then I thought of the
_muti_--the amulet which Lalusini had hung around my neck. Should I
look within it? Her words came back to me. "Seek not to look within
until such time as thy wit _and the wit of others_ fail thee." Yet, had
not that time come? I could think of no plan. The monster was not of
this world. No weapon ever forged could slay it; still there must be a
way. Ha! "_the wit of others_!" Old Masuka had departed to the land of
spirits himself. He might have helped me. Who could those "others" be,
of whom my sorceress-wife had spoken while her spirit was away among the
spirits of those unseen?

"Remain here," I said suddenly, to Jambula and the other slave. "Remain
here, and watch, and stir not from this spot until I return."

They made no murmur against this--yet I could see they liked not the
order. But I gave no thought to them as I moved forward with my eyes
fixed upon the tracks of the retreating monster.

The bloody imprint of the huge hoofs was plain enough, and to follow
these was a work of no difficulty. Soon, however, as the hoofs had
become dry, it was not so easy. Remembering the crashing noise I had
heard as the thing rushed on its course, I examined the bushes and
trees. No leaves or twigs were broken off such as could not bu