Presently it was dinner-time, and I went over to a silent meal with Wardlaw.

When I returned I must have fallen asleep over a pipe, for the next thing I knew I was blinking drowsily at the patch of sun in the door, and listening for footsteps.

In the dead stillness of the afternoon I thought I could discern a shuffling in the dust.

I got up and looked out, and there, sure enough, was some one coming down the road.
But it was only a Kaffir, and a miserable-looking object at that.

I had never seen such an anatomy.