ed the latter.

"We are on the edge of a big krantz, that's all. Three or four more
steps and we should have been over."

It was even as she had said. The ground ended just in front of them,
and the blast of air coming up denoted a cliff, and one of considerable
height.

But now it was lightening, and they could make out the long smooth edge
of the height stretching away on their left front. And--good Heavens!
Now the voices sounded from that direction--_advancing_ from that
direction as though to meet the owners of those coming up behind. These
two were in a trap, caught between two fires. It was evident that the
savages suspected their presence--the presence of somebody--and were
quartering the ground in order to clear up the mystery. And there was
nowhere to hide. The mountain top was flat and grassy. Suddenly Edala
gave a violent start.

"I know our bearings now," she whispered. "We're on the top of Sipazi.
Now Evelyn, there's one chance for us, and one only--if you've the nerve
to take it."

"And that?"

"My `aerial throne.'"

The other gasped. She remembered how her flesh had crept before, when
Edala had taken her to see the famous tree, how she had turned away
almost faint, as she watched the girl spring out fearlessly on to this
dreadful seat--with a careless laugh as though she had just dropped into
an armchair. And now she too must sit dangling over the awful height.
At that moment she almost preferred to take her chance of the assegais
of the savages. But that chance might possibly mean even a worse one,
and the thought decided her, as Edala whispered impatiently:--

"It's got to be done. It's our only chance. But you can't fall. I'll
take care of that. Come."

The deep voices sounded alarmingly near now. We have said that the brow
of the mountain went down by a grass steep that was almost precipitous,
to the stump of the tree. Edala let herself down this with cat-like
security of footing, keeping ever a firm hold upon her companion--her
gun she wedged into the root of a stunted bush growing out from the
grass.

"Now we're all right," she whispered, as they sat wedged upon the
projecting tree trunk, their feet dangling over space. "You can't
possibly fall, you know, as long as you hang on to that root, and I'm
holding you. It's a triumph of matter over mind instead of t'other way
on, and as long as you forget there's more than six foot of drop between
this and the ground why