Garden, my dear."

"He must have lived on something besides forbidden apples," remarked
Rachel, "unless perhaps he was a vegetarian as father wants to be.
There--he has fired!"

As she spoke a cloud of smoke arose above the man, and presently the loud
report of a _roer_ reached their ears. One of the buck rolled over and lay
struggling on the ground, while the rest, together with many others at a
distance, turned and galloped off this way and that, frightened by this
new and terrible noise. The old rhinoceros under the tree rose snorting,
sniffed the air, then thundered away up wind towards the man, its pig-like
tail held straight above its back.

"Adam has spoilt our Eden; I hope the rhinoceros will catch him," said
Rachel viciously. "Look, he has seen it and is running to his horse."

Rachel was right. Adam--or whatever his name might be--was running with
remarkable swiftness. Reaching the horse just as the rhinoceros appeared
within forty yards of him, he bounded to the saddle, and with his servant
galloped off to the right. The rhinoceros came to a standstill for a few
moments as though it were wondering whether it dared attack these strange
creatures, then making up its mind in the negative, rushed on and
vanished. When it was gone, the white man and the Kaffir, who had pulled
up their horses at a distance, returned to the fallen buck, cut its
throat, and lifted it on to the Kaffir's horse, then rode slowly towards
the waggon.

"They are coming to call," said Rachel. "How should one receive a
gentleman in skins?"