THE SWAMP Neither Hans nor I carried rifles that we knew would be in the way on our business, which was just to scout.

Moreover, one is always tempted to shoot if a gun is at hand, and this I did not want to do at present.
So, although I had my revolver in case of urgent necessity, my only other weapon was a Zulu axe, that formerly had belonged to one of those two men who died defending Inez on the veranda at Strathmuir, while Hans had nothing but his long knife.

Thus armed, or unarmed, we crept forward towards that spot whence, as we conjectured, we had seen the line of smoke rising some hours before.
For about a quarter of a mile we went on thus without seeing or hearing anything, and a difficult job it was in that gloom among the scattered trees with no light save such as the stars gave us.

Indeed, I was about to suggest that we had better abandon the enterprise until daybreak when Hans nudged me, whispering, "Look to the right between those twin thorns." I obeyed and following the line of sight which he had indicated, perceived, at a distance of about two hundred yards a faint glow, so faint indeed that I think only Hans would have noticed it.

Really it might have been nothing more than the phosphorescence rising from a heap of fungus, or even from a decaying animal.
"The fire of which we saw the smoke that has burnt to ashes," whispered Hans again.