MORNING IN THE BERG I was perhaps half a mile the nearer to the glen, and was likely to get there first.

And after that?
I could see the track winding by the waterside and then crossing a hill-shoulder which diverted the stream.
It was a road a man could scarcely ride, and a tired man would have a hard job to climb.

I do not think that I had any hope.

My exhilaration had died as suddenly as it had been born.

I saw myself caught and carried off to Laputa, who must now be close on the rendezvous at Inanda's Kraal.