ering flight, boomed
through the air. So the voices of the night were never still.

They had sat down for a brief rest, and some refreshment, then on again.
Suddenly Edala grew uneasy. A white mist was settling down upon the
land. This was serious; for not only might they run plump into those it
was all important to avoid, but there was grave danger of getting
`turned round' and finding themselves back at Sipazi again. The mist
deepened, and so did Edala's growing anxiety. It was one of those thick
white mists which settle down upon the land in the small hours of the
morning, fearfully disconcerting from a wayfarer's point of view, but
which melt away as by magic before the sun is an hour high. But that
was small comfort to these two. They wanted to be at Kwabulazi before
the sun was above the horizon at all. Suddenly Edala started.

"Hark!" she whispered, stopping short.

In front--directly in front--was audible a deep, confused murmur of
sound, rolling, as it seemed, from one point to another, and drawing
nearer and nearer. And with it came another sound. Those who have
heard it can never mistake it, and these two had heard it all too
significantly of late. It was the quivering rattle of assegai hafts.

From the sounds, spread out as they were right across their front, it
was manifest that a large body of natives was moving towards them in
open order. The fact that they were all armed told its own tale. This
was a rebel impi, and but for the friendly mist these two would have run
right into it.

"Quick, Evelyn! This way!" breathed, rather than whispered, Edala.

Holding her companion's hand she drew her after her. The way she was
taking now ascended sharply, but it was the only way. The rime rolled
along, now in gusty puffs. This seemed to tell that they were gaining
some height. Both were panting from their exertion, but there was no
such thing as pausing, for now from the sounds beneath it was evident
that the savages had suddenly altered their line of march, and were
coming on in the same direction as themselves. Had they heard the sound
of their steps, the clinking of a stone--what not? Anyway they could
not go down, these two. That was out of the question.

On and upward. A puff of damp air, now nearly in their teeth, showed
that they had attained the summit of some height. Suddenly Edala seized
her companion's hand in a strong grip and held it--and its owner.

"What is it?" whisper