I had seen all I wanted, and went home with a preoccupied mind.

I sat long on Wardlaw's garden-seat, trying to puzzle out the truth of this spying.
What perplexed me was that I had been left unmolested when I had gone to Umvelos'.

Now, as I conjectured, the secret of the neighbourhood, whatever it was, was probably connected with the Rooirand.

But when I had ridden in that direction and had spent two days in exploring, no one had troubled to watch me.

I was quite certain about this, for my eye had grown quick to note espionage, and it is harder for a spy to hide in the spare bush of the flats than in the dense thickets on these uplands.
The watchers, then, did not mind my fossicking round their sacred place.