BLUE BULL STALKING. 55 



Silence followed the echoing report, but in a few 

 minutes I could hear the others whistling and calling 

 far up the tank. 



After dinner we started for home in the most 

 brilliant moonlight, which made the road, or rather 

 track, as clear as daylight would have done. The 

 driver had previously made inquiries about his route, 

 so we had no difficulty in finding our way this time. 

 An hour later we were at home. 



