But Otter had not forgotten.

On they went through the broiling heat of the day, since linger they dared not.

They met no living man on their path, though here and there they found the body of some wretched slave, whose corpse had been cast into the reeds by the roadside.

But the road had been trodden, and recently, by many feet, among which were the tracks of two mules or donkeys.
At last, about an hour before sunset, they came to the home of the Yellow Devil.

The Nest was placed thus.