e the game more in the direction of Jack's
position, or what they supposed to be Jack's position.

Seeing then that Dick was not likely to get another shot, Mr Rogers
turned his glass in the other direction; but there was nothing to see
but the great herds of game, going more and more towards a clump of
timber--trees that were of glorious shades of green in the morning sun.
But, all at once, as a troop of gnus were trotting by, three or four
large birds came rushing out, as if alarmed, and the gnus took fright,
tearing off at a frantic pace. But before they had gone far there was a
white puff of smoke from the end of the clump.

"Well done!" cried Mr Rogers. "He did well to get so far. But it is
another miss. We must not depend on the boys yet for our dinners."

The whole plain seemed to be now alive, and herd after herd of game,
that had been hidden from them by the trees, had rushed into sight, and
was now careering onward, and away from the dangerous proximity to the
woods.

"Poor boys! All their trouble for nothing," said Mr Rogers, closing
his glass. "I wish I had gone too. I might have hit something."

"Boss Jack has hit," said the Zulu, pointing.

And just then, to the father's great delight, he saw one of the curious
antelopes suddenly stop short, the rest of the herd galloping onwards.
Then it shook its head, turned, and seemed giddily to gallop back, and
finally fell dead.

Almost at the same moment they saw Jack run out from the clump of
timber, gun in one hand, cap in the other, which latter he began to wave
frantically above his head.

"Well done, boy! A good shot," cried Mr Rogers. "Ah, there's Dick."

For Dick now showed himself, a mile away to the left, and began to cross
the open to join his brother, whose success he must have seen.

"The next thing is to get the game home," said Mr Rogers. "We'll go
back, and send Peter and Dirk."

He placed a shrill little whistle to his lips as he spoke, and as its
piercing note rang out, the boys, who had been making for the fallen
gnu, turned to come back.

"I'll go!" said the General. "Mustn't leave the game. Look, boss."

He pointed, and in the distance there was a great vulture winging its
way towards the fallen gnu; and, directly after, another and another
came into sight, sailing heavily along upon its great dusky flapping
wings.

It seemed as if telegrams had been sent in all directions to the
vultures' roosting-places that there