The Miller press. [volume] (Miller, S.D.) 190?-current, 1920-02-26

that M'sungo's impotence seemed to
be dying down. and said so.
"oh." he explained. there's no great
hurry. We aren't after antelope, you
know. Three out of every FIVE ele-
plants shot are killed at the noon hour.
II the n We are after Is travelling,
wen lever. never see him, for he II
think nothing OF ninety miles as a
days stroll. II he's feeding. and
that's the probability In this case,
Wen come up with him at the heat
Of the day under a big tree doing and
lazily tanning himself with his ears"
The country across the river was a
contrast to anything Andrea had seen.
1t was what M'sungo called NANCY
totally bare In spots and breaking out
In others into thorn thickets or cases
Of thick brush. Farther upstream was
a forest Of high straight trees, much
higher than the tembas. but inland
this towering growth suddenly fell to
a low level of bush that cut a gray
line along the horizon. The band of
gray was broken here and there by
the black dome of a tree.
M'sungo followed the direction of
Andrea's eyes. "That long gray patch"
he said. "that's elephant bush. but
Lord knows when We'll get there"
The wizened men led them upstream
and soon they were in the deep shade
OF the high forest. but not for long.
In ten minutes they traversed II. for
II was nothing but a tongue. a long
screen extending from elephant bush
to river. Scarcely had they left its
shelter when the three hunters paused
and with them M'sungo. Andrea
pressed forward.
The soggy ground was pock.markad
with great holes of varying sizes; the
smallest q foot I'm circumference. the
largest. three. Females and young
~sters," murmured M'sungo In explana-
ton. fall trash" He stood quite still.
his eyes travelling rapidly over a wide
radius, pausing suddenly when the
tracker thoughtfully touched a grass
blade with his toe or another boy SOL
EMMY measured a spoor with his feet
placed one ahead of the other, looked
up lnquiringly and retired In confusion
ut the kindly sneer on the faces of the
hunters.
"why are you waitingg" asked An
drea impatiently.
M'sungo flashed a look at her.
"WaitingT" he whispered. "We're not
waiting. Every man here. according
TO his lights. Is reading. You saw
that cheeky gunbearer measure a
spoor and then withdraw with a hang
dog look. He thought he had spotted
o male bull. He has made himself
ridiculous for a year. Tonight you'll
hear the camp telling the joke on him
over and over again. But the tracker
touches q blade of grass bent one way
with his toe and presently you1l see
him with a twig broken In the oppo-
sits direction. There he goes now.
He looks as II he were ~day-dreaming,
doesn't he?"
Andrea nodded.
swell, he isn't" continued M'sungo.
"By now he has read the whole story.
He knows how q females made
this mess of a trail and how many
young. He knows when they came
and when they went. Ee could I'LL In
their stay with a dozen incidents, each
one complete in itself. such ms where
a youngster slipped. fell. squealed and
got spanked by his mother. But such
trimmings Of details Impress them
selves only on his s~ubconscious mind.
In reality HIS whole attention is fixed
on the main chance. BY the seaso of
the year he knows that this herd Is not
travelling alone. The track Of the
males is nearby. II we didn't have
the three old hunters we would so up
the bank Of the river until we struck
II. but we don't have to because they
found It by chance this morning at the
first streak OF dawn"
While be talked. the tracker stud
led, the three wixened sat aloof, taking
SNUFF. Now. at a nod from M'sungo.
they arose and proceeded swiftly
along the margin of the big trees
Presently they sweryed to the left and
plunged through underground to :
weu-marked path. In the fine Gust
OF that runway Andrea saw the idei'-
IDEAL monster spoor that the old black
ground beside her breakfast tnbso
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