At this spot a native track ran across the little stream and up a steepish slope beyond.

On the first occasion of our outspanning here I had the curiosity to mount this slope, reflecting as I did so that although rough it would be quite practicable for a wagon.

At the top of it I found a wide flat plain, almost high-veld, for the bushes were very few, across which the track ran on.

On subsequent inquiry I discovered that it was one used by the Swazis and other natives when they made their raids upon the Basutos, or when bodies of them went to work in the mines.
"Follow me," I shouted and crossed the stream which was shallow between the little pools, then led the way up the stony slope.
The four horses negotiated it very well and the Cape cart, being splendidly built, took no harm.

At the top I looked back and saw that the Basutos were following us.
"Flog the horses!" I cried to Anscombe, and off we went at a hand gallop along the native track, the cart swaying and bumping upon the rough veld.