Accordingly the hunter remained silent until the youth mastered his emotions, when he laid his hand tenderly on his shoulder and said: "Now, set down here beside me and let me know all about it." Jack appreciated his consideration, and taking the seat to which he was invited, he told, in a choking voice, the story of the incident beside the little valley, when Fred Greenwood, in high spirits, walked away and vanished as if the earth had opened and swallowed him.

Jack did not break down again, for he was resolved to be manly and brave.

He would not think of his young friend as wholly lost, nor allow himself to consider the awful possibility of returning home with the message that Fred would never be seen again.

Jack felt it was time for action, not for lamentation.
Hazletine was grave and thoughtful, but the youth had hardly finished his narrative when he said: "You haven't told me all." "I do not think of anything I have omitted." "Your story begins with the first sight of the antelope; what happened afore that ?" "A good deal; I did not think you would care to hear it." "I want every word." So it was that Jack began with their departure in the morning from camp, and made clear every occurrence down to the start for the valley where the great misfortune overtook them.

He realized, while describing the meeting with Motoza, the important bearing that it had upon the disappearance of Fred Greenwood.
When the story was completed the guide emitted a low whistle, followed by an exclamation of so vigorous a character that it startled Jack.