It struck him so much, he added, that he climbed a tree to observe it better.

He did not think, however, that any building had been burned there, as the glow was not strong enough for that.
I suggested that it was caused by some grass fire or reed-burning, to which he replied indifferently that he did not think so as the line of the glow was not sufficiently continuous.
There the matter ended, though I confess that the story made me anxious, for what exact reason I could not say.

Umslopogaas also, who had listened to it, for our talk was in Zulu, looked grave, but made no remark.

But as since his tree-climbing experience he had been singularly silent, of this I thought little.
We had trekked at a time which we calculated would bring us to Strathmuir about an hour before sundown, allowing for a short halt half way.

As my oxen were got in more quickly than those of the other waggon after this outspan, I was the first away, followed at a little distance by Umslopogaas, who preferred to walk with his Zulus.