vanish over the rise before Hadden could get a chance of firing at him,
and to find their companion dying, for the great horn had pierced his
lung.

"It is not a buffalo, it is a devil," the poor fellow gasped, and
expired.

"Devil or not, I mean to kill it," exclaimed Hadden. So leaving the
others to carry the body of their comrade to camp, he started on
accompanied by Nahoon only. Now the ground was more open and the chase
easier, for they sighted their quarry frequently, though they could not
come near enough to fire. Presently they travelled down a steep cliff.

"Do you know where we are?" asked Nahoon, pointing to a belt of forest
opposite. "That is _Emagudu_, the Home of the Dead--and look, the bull
heads thither."

Hadden glanced round him. It was true; yonder to the left were the Fall,
the Pool of Doom, and the hut of the Bee.

"Very well," he answered; "then we must head for it too."

Nahoon halted. "Surely you would not enter there," he exclaimed.

"Surely I will," replied Hadden, "but there is no need for you to do so
if you are afraid."

"I am afraid--of ghosts," said the Zulu, "but I will come."

So they crossed the strip of turf, and entered the haunted wood. It