David fell asleep, but was roused for breakfast at three o'clock, and they were away before it was yet light.

Through the morning darkness Mukoki led the way as unerringly as a fox, for he was now on his own ground.

As dawn came, with a promise of sun, David wondered in a whimsical sort of way whether his companions, both dogs and men, were going mad.

He had not as yet experienced the joy and excitement of a northern homecoming, nor had he dreamed that it was possible for Mukoki's leathern face to break into wild jubilation.

As the first rays of the sun shot over the forests, he began, all at once, to sing, in a low, chanting voice that grew steadily louder; and as he sang he kept time in a curious way with his hands.