Laputa and Henriques fairly baffled them, so that the pursuit turned to the west in the belief that the fugitives had made for Majinje's kraal.

In reality they had recrossed the Labongo and were making for Umvelos'.
All this I heard afterwards, but in the meantime I lay in Arcoll's tent in deep unconsciousness.

While my enemies were being chased like partridges, I was reaping the fruits of four days' toil and terror.
The hunters had become the hunted, the wheel had come full circle, and the woes of David Crawfurd were being abundantly avenged.
I slept till midday of the next day.

When I awoke the hot noontide sun had made the tent like an oven.

I felt better, but very stiff and sore, and I had a most ungovernable thirst.