"Well done! Another charge and they are fairly started. Careful, now―careful,
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"I have―have hunted these too in my time," gasped Akela in the dust. "Shall I turn them into the jungle?"
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The bulls were turned, to the right this time, and crashed into the standing thicket. The other herd children, watching with the cattle half a mile away, hurried to the village as fast as their legs could carry them, crying that the buffaloes had gone mad and run away.