But where was she now?
The spoor was utterly lost on that stony ground, or if any traces of it remained a heavy deluge of rain had washed them away.

Even Hans had confessed himself beaten.
I stared about me helplessly, and as I did so a flying ray of light from the setting sun reflected downwards from a storm-cloud, fell upon a white patch on the crest of one of the distant land-waves.

It struck me that probably limestone outcropped at this spot, as indeed proved to be the case; also that such a patch of white would be a convenient guide for any who were travelling across that sea of bush.

Further, some instinct within seemed to impel me to steer for it, although I had all but made up my mind to go in a totally different direction many more points to the east.

It was almost as though a voice were calling to me to take this path and no other.