I found my legs sprawling like a child's who is learning to walk.
'If you want me to go to the Inkulu, you must carry me,' I said, as I dropped once more on the ground.
The men nodded, and set to work to make a kind of litter out of their knobkerries and some old ropes they carried.

As they worked and chattered I looked idly at the left bank of the ravine--that is, the left as you ascend it.

Some of Machudi's men had come down there, and, though the place looked sheer and perilous, I saw how they had managed it.

I followed out bit by bit the track upwards, not with any thought of escape, but merely to keep my mind under control.

The right road was from the foot of the pool up a long shelf to a clump of juniper.
Then there was an easy chimney; then a piece of good hand-and-foot climbing; and last, another ledge which led by an easy gradient to the top.