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The weapon was within his reach where he had dropped it when diving under the tree; but when about to reload it, he discovered that the ramrod was missing! So sudden had been the charge of the borele, at the time the rifle was last loaded, that the ramrod had not been returned to its proper place, but left behind upon the plain.
The giraffe, in its efforts to escape, had thrown itself upon the ground, and was fastened in such a way that it was in danger of being strangled in the rheims around its neck. As though to insure its death, the ox that had been gored by the borele became entangled in the same fastenings, and tightened them by his violent struggles.
This manoeuvre enabled him to gain some distance as he started off in the new direction. But it was not long maintained; for the borele was again in hot pursuit, without any show of fatigue; while the tremendous exertions he had himself been making rendered him incapable of continuing his flight much longer.
His aim would be more correct, and there was the chance of the borele keeping on after the horse, and leaving him an undisturbed spectator of the chase. The field of view embraced by the eyes of a rhinoceros is not large; but, unfortunately for the hunter, as the frightened horse fled from his side, it was he himself that came within the circumscribed circle of the borele's vision.
Of the rhinoceros there are four varieties in South Africa, distinguished by the Bechuanas by the names of the borele or black rhinoceros, the keitloa or two-horned rhinoceros, the muchocho or common white rhinoceros, and the kobaoba or long-horned white rhinoceros.
I never want to see another lion, borele, or elephant." "But what is your other reason for going back to camp?" asked Hendrik, addressing himself to Arend. "What would it be?" replied Arend. "Do you suppose that our dear friend Hans has no feelings?" "O, that's what you mean, is it?" "Of course it is. Surely Hans will by this time be half dead with anxiety on our account."
Thus silently beleaguered, the young hunter set about considering in what manner he might accomplish the raising of the siege. The sun went down, the moon ascended above the tops of the surrounding trees, yet the borele seemed no less inspired by the spirit of revenge than on first receiving the injuries it was wishing to resent.
Suddenly he found his flight arrested by the thick scrub of thorny bushes, known in South Africa as the "wait a bits", and the horse he was riding did wait a bit, and so long that the borele was soon close upon his heels. There was now neither time nor room to turn either to the right or left.
With a roar like the bellowing of an angry bull, the monster turned and charged straight towards the horseman. Arend was obliged to seek safety in flight, while the borele pursued in a manner that told of its being wounded, but not incapacitated from seeking revenge.
He fancied he could feel the breath of the monster blowing upon his back. His only chance was to make a sudden deviation from his course, and leave the borele to pass on in its impetuous charge. This he did, turning sharply to the right, when he saw that he had just escaped being elevated upon the creature's horn.
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