To get this over his snapping jaws took the whole strength of the party.

I guessed that we were nearing the highroad which runs from the plateau down the Great Letaba valley to the mining township of Wesselsburg, away out on the plain.

The police patrols must be on this road, and there was risk in crossing.

Sure enough I seemed to catch a jingle of bridles as if from some company of men riding in haste.
We lay still for a little till the scouts came back and reported the coast clear.

Then we made a dart for the road, crossed it, and got into cover on the other side, where the ground sloped down to the Letaba glen.