which he lay down and went to sleep by his wounded
brother, and did not awake till his father came back with a little bok
slung over his shoulder, and stirred him with his foot.

Chicory sprang up as if pricked, and in reply to his father's angry
words in the Zulu tongue, the boy made a reply which calmed the
General's wrath directly, and then went away.

When breakfast was ready the next morning, and Dinny brought a number of
skewers of wood laden with hot sputtering venison cutlets, to place
before each hungry meal-seeker, Chicory was not visible; and on being
asked, Coffee said his brother had gone as soon as the lions had left
off roaring; but he came back before evening in a wonderful state of
excitement, begging Dick and Jack to mount their horses and come to
fetch in the ostrich he had speared.

"Where is it?" cried Dick.

The Zulu boy pointed towards the east, and just then Mr Rogers came up.

"He has speared an ostrich, father," cried Dick eagerly.

"Indeed! How did you manage it, Chicory?" said Mr Rogers.

"So!" said the boy, throwing himself into a peculiar attitude, and
holding up one arm with the hand bent down, so that side-wise his figure
took something of the aspect of the long-necked bird.

"Then the ostrich must have been stupid," cried Jack, laughing.

"Yes, 'tupid bird," said Chicory, grinning. "Never be 'tupid any more.
Come fetch him."

The horses were soon ready, and they were about to start when Dinny
expressed a desire to go.

"Shure, I haven't sthretched me legs these three days, Masther Dick,
dear, and I wouldn't mind exercising one of the big horses if the
Masther loiked."

But "the masther" didn't "loike," not feeling disposed to trust a
valuable animal to Dinny's tender mercies; so that gentleman turned upon
his heel, and went back to the waggon-fire in disgust, and sat over it
to "warrum" himself, though every one else was complaining of the heat.

It was a long ride, but Chicory did not seemed tired. He laid hold of
the mane of Dick's or Jack's horse, and ran easily along by the side.
And had there been any doubt of the spot in which the game lay, the
vultures going straight in one direction would have pointed it out.

The sun was getting very low as they neared the place to which Chicory
pointed; and when they came up a perfect crowd of vultures rose, having
been seated at a respectful distance, watching the bower of sticks with
which Chicory had surrounded his prize.