Down it came very softly, and the slave-camp was open to them.

Again the black shape appeared, this time on the bridge.
"Come along," whispered Leonard to his companion; "that hero Otter has drowned the sentry and won the bridge.

Stop, pick up his clothes and arms." At that moment Otter himself arrived.

"Quick," he said, "come over, Baas, before they see that the bridge is down.

Give me my clothes and the gun." "All right, here they are," answered Leonard, and in another minute they were over the bridge and standing on the parapet of the slave-camp.
"Into the guard-house, Baas; the windlass is there, but no man." They entered: a lamp was burning in the place.