CHAPTER EIGHT.
THE FATE OF THE HERO.
But they _did_ stray.
When day broke, and the travellers looked around them, not a head of the oxen or cattle was to be seen.

Yes, there was one, and one only--the milch-cow.

Totty, after milking her on the previous night, had left her tied to a bush where she still remained.

All the rest were gone, and the sheep and goats as well.
Whither had they strayed?
The horses were mounted, and search was made.

The sheep and goats were found among some bushes not far off; but it soon appeared that the other animals had gone clean away.
Their spoor was traced for a mile or two.