He could not have been thirty yards from me, so I had a clear view of his face.

He was a native, but of a type I had never seen before.

A long white beard fell on his breast, and a magnificent kaross of leopard skin covered his shoulders.
His face was seamed and lined and shrunken, so that he seemed as old as Time itself.
Very carefully I crept after him, and found myself opposite the fold where the gully was.

There was a clear path through the jungle, a path worn smooth by many feet.

I followed it through the undergrowth and over the screes till it turned inside the fold of the gully.