He lifted the reins from his horse’s feet, and thrusting them over its head, mounted again, but not comfortably, for Jack felt very sore across the chest where the bough had struck him.
From this post of vantage he could see his father in the distance still in chase of the giraffe; but though he looked in various directions, there was no Dick.
“Whoo-hoo-hoo-hoop!”
Jack started to look in the direction from whence the sound had come, but he could see nothing. He, however, responded to the call, and it was repeated, evidently from a patch of wood half a mile distant.
As he cantered towards it, the signal rang out again.
“Dick’s brought down his giraffe very quickly,” said Jack. “Whoo-hoo-hoo-hoop!”
“Here! Hoi! Jack!” came now from pretty close to him—but in a dense part of the patch of trees; and riding up, there was Dick, with his horse standing perfectly still and looking at him.
“Come along,” cried Jack. “Where’s your giraffe?”
“I don’t know. Where’s yours?”
“Miles away. I galloped under a tree, and was pulled off my horse, such a bang.”