I asked him if he had seen his mistress, and he answered that he had not, which under the circumstances was not wonderful.

Without stopping to reproach him, I ordered the man to follow me, and went on to the graveyard.

There, on Mr.Carson's grave, lay the drooping flowers which Stella had been carrying, and there in the fresh mould was the spoor of Tota's veldschoon, or hide slipper.

But where were they?
I ran from the graveyard and called aloud at the top of my voice, but no answer came.

Meanwhile the native was more profitably engaged in tracing their spoor.