From this point of vantage Trent could trace backwards their day's march for many miles, the white posts left by the surveyor even were visible, and in the background rose the mountains of Bekwando.

It had been a hard week's work for Trent.

He had found chaos, discontent, despair.

The English agent of the Bekwando Land Company was on the point of cancelling his contract, the surveyors were spending valuable money without making any real attempt to start upon their undoubtedly difficult task.

Everywhere the feeling seemed to be that the prosecution of his schemes was an impossibility.