I had not gone far before I realized that something strange was going on.

It was like the woods on the Berg a week before.

I had the impression of many people moving in the bush, and now and then I caught a glimpse of them.

My first thought was that I should be stopped, but soon it appeared that these folk had business of their own which did not concern me.

I was conscious of being watched, yet it was clear that the bush folk were not there for the purpose of watching me.
For a little I kept my spirits, but as the hours passed with the same uncanny hurrying to and fro all about me my nerves began to suffer.
Weeks of espionage at Blaauwildebeestefontein had made me jumpy.