“What is it?” he whispered.
“Skit, baas, skit!” said the Kaffir.
“I can see nothing.”
“There, there, sieur!” pointing with his assegai.
Suddenly out of the path of the light, near the ground, and apparently detached from any object, glared two balls of yellow fire, and at the same time came a low growl.
Guided now by these two luminous orbs, Webster saw a faint outline on the yellow ground.
The Kaffir clicked with his tongue impatiently.
Webster sighted between the eyes and fired.
Upon the report there followed a savage roar, and the next moment the waggon shook to the thud of some great body hurled against it.
There was a shriek from the waggon, then a muffled report.