He placed his finger on his lips, and turning, pointed in the direction he had come.
"Either he doesn't understand, or he's dumb," said Grantham.

"But it's quite certain that he wants me to follow him somewhere." Turning to the man again, he signed to him to proceed, whereupon the little fellow hobbled painfully away from the _nullah_ in the direction whence he had appeared.

On and on he went until he at length came to a standstill at the foot of a hill, where a little stream came splashing down in a miniature cascade from the rocks above.

Then Grantham realized the meaning of the little man's action.

Stretched out beside a rock was the tall figure of a man.