Will do it." We set out through the long grass together, walking erect at first, till we had got some distance from the laager, and then, creeping as the Matabele themselves creep, without displacing the grass-flowers, for a mere wave on top would have betrayed us at once to the quick eyes of those observant savages.

We crept on for a mile or so.

At last, Colebrook turned to me, one finger on his lips.

His ferret eyes gleamed.
We were approaching a wooded hill, all interspersed with boulders.
"Kaffirs here!" he whispered low, as if he knew by instinct.

HOW he knew, I cannot tell; he seemed almost to scent them.
We stole on farther, going more furtively than ever now.