The scent was good, and the dogs went on it still-mouthed, except for an occasional growl, and they led me through the large ostrich camp, over a ridge, across an open strip of veld, to a deep and dark kloof, where the trees grew so thick that underneath it was twilight in the glare of mid-day. The dogs went on, with bristling hair, into the heart of the kloof, when a singular thing happened. The shrill, piercing cry of a "dassie," or rock coney, arose from out the deep silence, and the dogs stopping, howled dismally, then suddenly turned and slipped away, disappearing like shadows among the trees. The noise I knew must have aroused the tiger, but I pushed on cautiously, hoping to get a shot at him as he slunk off. I reached the krantz which rimmed in the kloof without sight of him, and, hunting around, found his lair, still warm in a small cave. Retracing my steps, I had almost reached the edge of the trees, when in the way lay the body of one of the dogs, an old and favourite buffalo dog of the mastiff breed, his throat torn, and the mark of claws on his shoulder and flank. "It's lucky for you," said Abe when I reached home, "that it were the dog he took." "How do you know he got the dog?" "You went out with five, an' you come home with four, an' a look on your face 's if you'd seen a ghost. I'm gwine back in the mornin'." "You're no friend of mine, Abe Pike, if you don't help destroy that brute!" "I seed the ole man baboon makin' tracks for my place this arternoon-- an' mebbe that ther' tiger would be quittin' too." "Hang you and your baboon!" "All serene, sonny--all serene. I'd rayther be hanged than 'ave my wizened open'd out by a blood-sucking four-footed witch. What happened in your hunt?" I told him curtly enough. "My gum! You believe me: that dassie cried out to warn the tiger. He were put there to watch while his master slep'." "Nonsense! His cry was an accident." "Soh! Then tell me why the dogs scooted. You don't know! O' course you don't know. But I know. I've had 'xperience o' the same thing. Animiles have got a sense which is missin' from folk, or maybe lost for want of use, I don't know which, tho' myself I think it's lost. What we call a presentment is the remains o' that missin' sense, an' animiles is got the full sense. Those dogs knew the meanin' o' that dassie's yell-- that's so." "And what was your experience?"