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from her
continuation of the attack. Giving him no chance to recover, she
bent and crossed his legs. Sitting on the ankles, she leaned
forward to cup her hands around the front of his head and
pulled.
    ‘ All
right, you exasperating over-sized lump!’ Dawn hissed, retaining
her hold while Joar-Fane whooped in delighted approval. ‘There’s no
hurry as far as I ’ m concerned, I’m quite comfortable here. So, when you ’ re ready, tell us what you have in mind.’
    ‘ It’s
like you told me, brother,’ At-Vee grinned, moving to where Bunduki
could see him and thinking of how he too had been irritated by the
others reticence. ‘Everything comes to him who waits—and asks for
it.’

Chapter Five – Now All We Have to Do Is Tame
Them
    To the accompaniment of the grating,
almost metallic sounding songs of the barbets heralding the dawn,
the sun was lifting slowly above the eastern horizon. Listening to
the birds, as they had so often done in Africa, Dawn
Drummond-Clayton and Bunduki were kneeling behind the same rock
which he and At-Vee the Hunter had used while watching the band of
quaggas slightly less than twenty-four hours earlier.
    Having conceded defeat and
being released by his wife-to-be, the blond giant had told the
other three of how he hoped to catch the mare and stallion.
Agreeing that the idea had merit, Dawn had suggested that they
should spend some time in re-acquainting themselves with handling
the boleadoras. As had been the case with the various other types of
primitive weapons they had come across in the course of their
adoptive family’s extensive travels, they had been taught how to
use the devices by acknowledged experts and had attained
considerable skill. However, it was some time since either of them
had found the need to employ the techniques they had learned. While
they had not lost the knack of throwing a boleadora, each had felt it was advisable to
practice, and there had also been something else to be made in case
their efforts met with success.
    In addition to refurbishing
their skill with the boleadoras, Dawn and Bunduki had spent a most enjoyable day.
While remaining alert in case her assessment of the situation at
Bon-Gatah should prove at fault, they and the Telonga couple had
taken the opportunity to study the vast variety of wild animals to
be found on the open plains. They had kept up the same kind of
happy banter which was the result of the pleasure they found in
each other’s company and the relief at their reunion. They had also
held a serious discussion on the part each of them would be called
upon to play in catching the quaggas.
    During the late afternoon, having
considered it was inadvisable to attempt to make the capture that
day, the quartet had decided they might have a better chance in the
morning if they could keep the quaggas away from the stream that
evening. They had realized that doing so would not be easy if they
were to achieve the desired effect. Care would have to be taken if
the animals were merely to be prevented from quenching their
thirsts that night and not frightened from the vicinity. So they
had crossed the stream and made camp in plain view opposite the
place where the band generally drank.
    From all appearances, Bunduki
concluded that the ploy had been successful. When the quaggas had
approached the stream for their evening drink, the scent and sounds
made by his party had combined with the glow of the camp fire—which
had been lit, disregarding the possibility of its being seen by
enemies—and brought them to a stop before they reached the water.
Although they had milled nervously around, they had not bolted.
Nor, even after night had fallen, had they advanced to drink nor
sought for another place at which to quench their
thirst.
    Having spent an uneventful
night, the quartet had been ready to put the next stage of the
scheme into operation before sunrise. Working in the darkness, the
fire having been allowed to die out, they had saddled the