the native village, which consisted of only frail huts, would have been completely wiped out by the animals. As it was they were kept "milling" about in a circle in an open space, just as stampeded cattle on the western ranges are kept from getting away, by being forced round and round.
Not a native was in sight, all being hidden away in the jungle or dense grass. The white hunters in their airship had matters to themselves.
At last the firing proved even too much for the buffaloes which, as we have said, are among the most dreaded of African beasts. With bellows of fear, the leading bulls of the herd unable to find the enemy above their heads, darted off into the forest the way they had come.
"There they go!" yelled Mr. Durban.
"Yes, and I'm glad to see the last of them," added Mr. Anderson, with a breath of relief.
"Score another victory for the electric rifle," exclaimed Ned.
"Oh, you did as much execution as I did," declared the inventor of the weapon.
"Bless my ramrod!" cried Mr. Damon. "I never shot so much in all my life before."
"Yes, there is enough food to last the natives for a week," observed Mr. Durban, as Tom
