"Yet I say," he went on, "that the words of the dead uttered on the edge of death shall come true.

He promised that you should win the wealth: you will win it by this way or that, and the great kraal across the water shall be yours again, and the children of strangers shall wander there no more.

Let us obey the words of the dead and bide here awhile as he commanded." Seven days had passed, and on the night of the seventh Leonard Outram and Otter sat together once more in the little cave on Grave Mountain, for so they named this fatal spot.

They did not speak, though each of them was speaking after his own fashion, and both had cause for thought.
They had been hunting all day, but killed nothing except a guinea-fowl, most of which they had just eaten; it was the only food left to them.
Game seemed to have abandoned the district--at least they could find none.
Since his brother's death Leonard had given up all attempt to dig for gold--it was useless.

Time hung heavy on his hands, for a man cannot search all day for buck which are not.