Is it not as I said; you have been guided hither ?" "But tell me of the white man," said Compton, impatiently.
"We two, the wise woman and I, talked of the white man; and she knows all.

See, I am old, and the past is like a mist, through which old memories pass quickly like shadows; but the wise woman can blow the mist away.

Find her, and you will learn all of my white man." More than this the old man could not say, and presently he fell asleep; but from the wild man Muata learnt that his mother had indeed been at the village.
"And you will want to leave us, chief ?" said Mr.Hume, when the story had been straightened out.
"Ow aye.

Shall a son leave the mother who bore him through the dangers of the wood?
I will follow;" and his eyes lingered on the Ghoorka knife.
"The knife you can take, chief, and food; but we will miss you.

Put him up some biltong, Venning." Venning hesitated.
"Put up some for me too," said Compton, peremptorily.
Mr.Hume raised his brows.
"I mean it so, sir.