xx HOW ROSHAN KHAN SAVED MY LIFE 245 
as Pathans go. He had been my ‘‘boy” for some 
time and was much attached to me, besides having 
a touching faith in my prowess in shzkar : probably, 
indeed, this was the reason why he stuck so close to 
me throughout the hunt. 
We breakfasted by candle light and managed to 
get several miles on our way towards the source 
of the Athi before dawn. As soon as it was 
thoroughly daylight, we extended in line, Dr. 
Brock, as the guest, being placed in the most likely 
position for a shot, while Roshan Khan followed 
close behind me with the day’s provisions. In this 
order we trudged steadily forward for a couple of 
miles without coming across anything, though we 
advanced through many patches of rushes and long 
grass likely to conceal our expected quarry. It was 
most interesting and exciting work all the same, 
as we never knew but that a lion might the next 
moment jump up at our very feet. We had just 
beaten through a most hopeful-looking covert with- 
out success and had come out on toa beautiful open 
grassy glade which stretched away for some distance 
ahead of us, when I noticed a big herd of wilde- 
beeste browsing quietly some distance to our right. 
I knew that Brock also wanted a wildebeeste, so I 
whistled softly to him, and pointed out the weird- 
looking, bison-like antelopes. He came across at 
once and started off towards the herd, while I sat 
