It was as if some heavy animal were plunging through the undergrowth.

At intervals came the soft pad of its feet on the grass.
It must be the hungry lion of my nightmare, and Henriques' pistol was in the mud of the Klein Letaba! The only thing was a tree, and I had sprung for one and scrambled wearily into the first branches when a great yellow animal came into the moonlight.
Providence had done kindly in robbing me of my pistol.

The next minute I was on the ground with Colin leaping on me and baying with joy.

I hugged that blessed hound and buried my head in his shaggy neck, sobbing like a child.

How he had traced me I can never tell.