“All right, Joe,” he said quietly; “I will mind.”
The next minute they had cantered gently up to the patch, which was only about an acre in extent, and the bushes so thin and scattered that they could see nearly across where the lions had entered.
But there was no sign of the cunning beasts.
“Look here, Joe; you ride round that way, and I’ll go this; then we are sure to see them.”
“Capital plan,” said Emson sarcastically. “Bravo, general! weaken your forces by one-half, and then if I see them I can’t fire for fear of hitting you, and you can’t fire for fear of hitting me. Try again, clever one.”
“Oh, all right, you try,” said Dyke, in an offended tone.
“Ride round with me, then, either five yards in front or five behind. Will you go first?”
“No, you go,” said Dyke distantly.
“Come along, then. Keep a sharp lookout, and if you get a good chance at the shoulder—fire. Not without.”
“Very well,” said Dyke shortly, “but you see if they don’t sneak out and gallop away on the other side.”