“Come on!” cried Shaggo, sort of laughing to himself. “I thought you were going to drive me away from this water hole!”
“And so I am!” shouted another antelope, who had been at the rear of the herd. “You can’t knock me down!”
With horns lowered he rushed at Shaggo, but the big buffalo was now entering into the spirit of the fight. This time he shook his head a little harder and gave it a wider sweep as the antelope came near him. He sent this animal flying through the air so that he landed some distance away in a clump of bushes.
“There! How do you like that?” cried Shaggo.
“I don’t like it at all,” was the answer of this antelope as he scrambled to his feet.
“Then let me alone!” cried Shaggo. “Come on now, it’s my turn to have some fun!” With that he rushed straight at the antelopes as they had rushed at him. Some of the mother antelopes, who had small calves with them, grew alarmed.
“Oh, look out!” cried these mothers, as they scampered away, calling to their children to follow. “Our little ones will be hurt!”
“Look out for Shaggo! Look out for Shaggo!” was the cry on all sides now. “He’ll knock us all head over heels!”
“That’s what I will!” said the mighty buffalo. “Here I come!”
He ran faster, shaking his great head, and the sun glistened on his black horns, which, if they were not as long as those of the antelopes, were much thicker.