SUCCESS AFTER ALL 173 



yards. One I had to turn out of my way by 

 leaning forward from the saddle and prodding 

 it with the muzzle of my rifle. Those young 

 things followed after me, bent only on over- 

 taking their elders; apparently oblivious of the 

 circumstance that I was their enemy. I over- 

 took the crowd of cows; it opened out and 

 scattered on either hand. I was now riding in 

 a cloud of dust, the phalanx of bulls being 

 only about a hundred and fifty yards ahead; 

 the animals could be but dimly discerned 

 through the dust-cloud. I had to gain another 

 hundred yards without attempting to dis- 

 mount; not again would I yield to impatience. 

 The hundred yards were soon gained; 

 Prince shewed signs of flagging, so I had to 

 look out for a soft place whereon I could roll 

 from the saddle without hurting myself. My 

 second wind had come; I was as steady as a 

 rock, but eyes, throat and nostrils were smart- 

 ing from the acrid, pungent dust. I dropped 

 the reins on Prince's neck; he shortened his 

 stride and I rolled from his back on my right- 

 hand side. I could just see the bulls, but the 

 dust was so thick that it was impossible to pick 

 an animal, so I fired into the brown of the mov- 

 ing mass. My bullet thudded hard; that was 

 enough, I would not fire again. 



