ite traitor who had
caused the revolt, and that I wished to identify him, they changed their
tone, and began to think there might be something in it.

"Experience?" Colebrook asked in his brief shorthand of speech, running
his ferret eyes over me.

"None," I answered; "but a noiseless tread and a capacity for crawling
through holes in hedges which may perhaps be useful."

He glanced inquiry at Doolittle, who was a shorter and stouter man, with
a knack of getting over obstacles by sheer forcefulness.

"Hands and knees!" he said, abruptly, in the imperative mood, pointing
to a clump of dry grass with thorny bushes ringed about it.

I went down on my hands and knees, and threaded my way through the long
grasses and matted boughs as noiselessly as I could. The two old hands
watched me. When I emerged several yards off, much to their surprise,
Colebrook turned to Doolittle. "Might answer," he said curtly. "Major
says, 'Choose your own men.' Anyhow, if they catch him, nobody's fault
but his. Wants to go. Will do it."

We set out through the long grass together, walking erect at first,
till we had got some distance from the laager, and then, creeping as the
Matabele themselves creep, without displacing the grass-flowers, for
a mere wave on top would have betrayed us at once to the quick eyes
of those observant savages. We crept on for a mile or so. At last,
Colebrook turned to me, one finger on his lips. His ferret eyes gleamed.
We were approaching a wooded hill, all interspersed with boulders.
"Kaffirs here!" he whispered low, as if he knew by instinct. HOW he
knew, I cannot tell; he seemed almost to scent them.

We stole on farther, going more furtively than ever now. I could notice
by this time that there were waggons in front, and could hear men
speaking in them. I wanted to proceed, but Colebrook held up one warning
hand. "Won't do," he said, shortly, in a low tone. "Only myself. Danger
ahead! Stop here and wait for me."

Doolittle and myself waited. Colebrook kept on cautiously, squirming his
long body in sinuous waves like a lizard's through the grass, and was
soon lost to us. No snake could have been lither. We waited, with ears
intent. One minute, two minutes, many minutes passed. We could catch the
voices of the Kaffirs in the bush all round. They were speaking freely,
but what they said I did not know, as I had picked up only a very few
words of the Matabele language.

It seemed hours while we waited, stil