devilish uncanny, I can tell you, that intangible horror about
the camp.

"Well, the rest of my story is short. Vrouw Starreberg was moving
before dawn, and insisted that we must trek back to the old camp and
bury the skeleton. We--fearing more horrors--said it could not be done,
and that we should at once quit the bush and strike directly for the
road. She then utterly refused to leave her wagon unless we did as she
asked. We seriously thought of taking her by force, but she was a
strong, powerful woman, her mind was already unhinged, and we feared the
consequences of a struggle. And so, very reluctantly, we agreed to
humour her and give her her wish. It was a ghastly business; we only
prayed to get it quickly over.

"At earliest streak of daylight we were in-spanned, and all day
travelled steadily back towards the scene of Dirk's tragical ending.
That night, strange to say, nothing happened to disturb us; everything
passed quietly. We trekked again all next day, and halted for the night
some three miles short of `the skeleton outspan,' as we called it. Our
reason for this was that we hoped the burial might be quietly
accomplished in the bright sunshine of next morning, and the woman got
well away, before nightfall, on the homeward journey. Vrouw Starreberg,
I noticed, was restless and excited, but she made no objection. Again,
I noticed that she still carried her Bible tightly clasped under the
left arm. The vrouw lay in our wagon; Angus and I sleeping by the fire
again. We were dog-tired, and slept soundly until roused, just as
daylight broke, by our wagon-driver, a Griqua named Albrecht. The man
was looking very strangely. `Baas,' he said, `the vrouw is not there,'
(pointing to the wagon); `she went in the night. I heard her
whispering, and I looked from where I was lying, and there she was,
beyond the firelight, following a man--a Dutchman, I think--or a spook,
I don't know which, towards the murderer's outspan (_de mordenaar's
outspan to_). I was frightened, Baas, and I dared not move. There is
her spoor; but the man's spoor I cannot see.'

"We sprang to our feet and went straight to the wagon; the fore-clap was
pulled aside; the kartel was empty. Yes, she had gone; and our hearts
were sick with a nameless fear. Taking Albrecht with us, we saddled up
at once, and spoored the vrouw along the track towards the old outspan.
And there, surely enough, we found her, stone-dead by the side of the
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