186 THE LION KILLER. 



" How much drinks would all that pays ?" questioned 

 Ott. 



" To horse ! to horse ! my lads,'* shouted the captain of the 

 barracks, as he came rushing out of breath into the room, 

 " we march on a razzia in a quarter of an hour." 



" Hurrah !" yelled Rousselet, knocking over the table and 

 Dutchmen together, as he jumped to his feet. " Gribouri 

 (the name of his horse), has made razzias such as were never 

 seen in this country. If there is a red bournous in the wind 

 to-morrow it is Gribouri that will have it, and if there is any- 

 thing to drink after the hunt is done, all of us lads will 

 be there !" 



After a night's march under a heavy rain, we reached the 

 neighborhood of the rebel tribe, and found that it had taken 

 up its penates, " and silently fled away." 



The wild warrior whom I was to annihilate, and the red 

 bournous of, Rousselet's dream had both followed the hegira, 

 and in lieu of the stubborn foes we came to fight, there only 

 remained to meet us an army of famished dogs, wandering 

 about the site of the old encampment. 



