They went to it.

It was a large arrow having a barbed point and flighted with red feathers.
"This is a very tangible fancy at any rate," Juanna answered, drawing the shaft out of the ground.

"We have had a narrow escape." Leonard did not speak, but raising his rifle he fired it at a venture in the direction whence the arrow had sped.

Then he ran to put their little band in a position of defence, Juanna following him.

But, as it chanced, he might have spared himself the trouble, for nothing further happened; indeed, the net outward and visible result of this mysterious apparition was that they spent a miserable night, waiting in the fog and wet--for it had come on to rain, or rather drizzle--for an enemy who, to their intense relief, never appeared.
But the inward and spiritual consequences were much greater, for now they knew that Soa spoke truth and that the legend of the bushmen as to "great men covered with hair" was no mere savage invention.
At length the morning came.