? ? ? ? Korak looked at the king, questioningly.
? ? ? ? "Your bulls are very brave," he said; "but braver than any is the king."
? ? ? ? Thus addressed, the shaggy bull, still in his prime--else he had been no longer king--growled ferociously. The forest echoed to his lusty challenges. The little baboons clutched fearfully at their mothers' hairy necks. The bulls, electrified, leaped high in air and took up the roaring challenge of their king. The din was terrific.
? ? ? ? Korak came close to the king and shouted in his ear, "Come." Then he started off through the forest toward the plain that they must cross on their long journey back to the village of Kovudoo, the Gomangani. The king, still roaring and shrieking, wheeled and followed him. In their wake came the handful of low country baboons and the thousands of the hill clan--savage, wiry, dog-like creatures, athirst for blood.
? ? ? ? And so they came, upon the second day, to the village of Kovudoo. It was mid-afternoon.
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