I spoke to him and asked what he was about.

He replied that he was tracing out the route that we should follow.

I felt inclined to answer "bosh!" but remembering the very remarkable instances which he had given of his prowess in occult matters I held my tongue, and taking little Tota into my arms, worn out with toil and danger and emotion, I went to sleep.
I awoke just as the dawn was beginning to flame across the sky in sheets of primrose and of gold, or rather it was little Tota who woke me by kissing me as she lay between sleep and waking, and calling me "papa." It wrung my heart to hear her, poor orphaned child.

I got up, washed and dressed her as best I could, and we breakfasted as we had supped, on biltong and biscuit.

Tota asked for milk, but I had none to give her.
Then we caught the horses, and I saddled mine.
"Well, Indaba-zimbi," I said, "now what path do your bones point to ?" "Straight north," he said.