They were lost, and in all human probability lost for ever.
To and fro we wandered hopelessly, till at last dawn found us footsore and weary nearly at the spot whence we had started.

We sat down waiting for the sun to rise, and the men ate of such food as they had brought with them, and sent to the kraals for more.
I sat upon a stone with a breaking heart.

I cannot describe my feelings.
Let the reader put himself in my position and perhaps he may get some idea of them.

Near me was old Indaba-zimbi, who sat staring straight before him as though he were looking into space, and taking note of what went on there.

An idea struck me.