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THE FLIGHT OF MOPO AND BALEKA.
All the rest of that night we journeyed, till even the dog was tired.
Then we hid in a mealie field for the day, as we were afraid of being seen.

Towards the afternoon we heard voices, and, looking through the stems of the mealies, we saw a party of my father's men pass searching for us.

They went on to a neighbouring kraal to ask if we had been seen, and after that we saw them no more for awhile.

At night we travelled again; but, as fate would have it, we were met by an old woman, who looked oddly at us but said nothing.