to avert
its execution on the previous day.

It had been received in varying manner. Orwell, a recent importation
from England, and who deemed himself lucky in drawing a fixed salary
from the Government of the Chartered Company as against years of waiting
as a briefless barrister, was inclined to treat it flippantly. Isard,
on the other hand, thought there might be something in it, but was
resentfully disposed towards Lamont for not consulting him from the very
first. He was responsible for the safety of the place, in a way, even
more than the R.M., he deemed, and should have been informed of what was
going on in order to take the necessary steps. But Driffield was fully
awake to the gravity of the situation. He moved constantly among the
natives, and understood not only their language perfectly but their ways
of thought, and customs, and now this development seemed to fit in with,
and piece together, what he had only heard darkly rumoured and hinted at
among them.

"One thing about it puzzles me," said Orwell. "You say that these
fellows were actually posted up there on Ehlatini watching us all the
time, Lamont. Now, how on earth could you find that out for certain?"

"Spoor. A considerable body like that could not have got up there and
gone away again without leaving plenty of tracks, even when the ground
is as dry as it is now. Now could it?"

"Oh, I suppose not," answered Orwell rather hastily, for to him the
mysteries of spoor were simply a blank page.

Lamont went on, "I'll take you up there and point it all out to you.
What do you say, Isard?"

"Yes, I'd like to see it," was the answer, sceptically made, for Isard
was a retired military man, with but little experience of veldt-craft.

"Here is another trifle or two which is corroborative evidence," went on
Lamont, producing the cow-tail ornament which Clare had picked up, as
also one he himself had found.

"Ah yes. Well, but two swallows don't make a summer," said Orwell,
still flippant.

"No, and two cow-tails don't make an impi," rejoined Lamont equably.
"But these things are never worn as peaceable adornments. Driffield
will bear me out in that."

"That's a fact," said the Native Commissioner decisively.

"We ought to have been told, Orwell and I," pronounced Isard briskly.
"We'd have arrested this witch-doctor, and laid him by the heels as a
hostage."

"You'd have spoilt the whole show," answered Lamont calmly. "The rest
would have