ad on me fire again?"

"I think we shall have to be on the look out for him to stop him," said
Dick. "But his skin's so thick there's no getting a bullet through."

"An' is it a pig wid a shkin as thick as that!" said Dinny,
contemptuously. "Arrah, I'll be after shooting the baste meself. I
wouldn't go afther the lines, but a big pig! Shure, if the masther will
let me have a gun and powther, I'll go and shute the baste before he
knows where he is."

CHAPTER THIRTY FIVE.

HOW DINNY HANDLED HIS GUN.

In expectation of another visit from the rhinoceros, the greatest
precautions were taken; but the days went by, and hunting and collecting
took up plenty of attention, and no more visits from the rhinoceros were
received.

The boys were certain that this was not the animal that had charged them
out upon the grass plain, and proof of this was found one day when, in
company with their father, the boys were following a honey-guide.
Coffee and Chicory were with them, and eagerly joined in the pursuit,
till the bird which had been flitting from bush to bush, and from tree
to tree, suddenly perched itself upon one at the edge of a patch of
forest.

Then Chicory ran right to a particular tree, and pointed to a spot
where, about twenty feet from the ground, the bees could be seen flying
in and out.

To the great disappointment of the bird, the wild hive was left for that
occasion, it being a pity to waste any of the honey, so they returned by
another route towards the camp, the bird twittering and showing no
little excitement at what it evidently looked upon as the folly of men
at neglecting the sweet treasure.

The place was, however, marked, and with the intention of returning next
day, armed with hatchet, fire, and a couple of zinc buckets to hold the
spoil, they rode round the other side of the forest-patch, looking out
for brightly-plumaged birds, whose skins could be added to the
collection already made.

"Yes," said Mr Rogers, "it is a curious natural history fact, but there
it is, plainly enough. The bird knows that man can get at the honey
when it cannot, so it leads him to the place hoping to get its share of
the spoil."

"Then you don't think it is done out of love for man, father?" said
Jack.

"What do you think, Dick?" said Mr Rogers.

"I think it's done out of kindness to the bird," said Dick, smiling.

"So do I," replied his father, "and that bird its own self."

"Look at the vultures," cr