ellow was in no scare when he called for his
companion--Dirck, did he call him, Lennox?"

"Yes, Dirck; and he must be somewhere close at hand. Look, Bob."

He touched his comrade's arm to draw his attention to the sneering smile
on the prisoner's face.

"And where do you think his friend is?" said Captain Edwards.

"In the same place as this man came from. They have a hiding-place
somewhere close by."

"Yes," cried Dickenson; "one that enables them to play a regular
Jack-in-the-box trick."

"But how? Where?" said Captain Edwards.

"I don't know how, and I don't know where it is," replied Lennox; "but I
do know that they have a hiding-place somewhere here amongst the rocks.
This Boer was not here one minute; then we heard the creaking and
grinding of a stone door close at hand, and he was standing out against
the sky."

"Whereabouts?" said Captain Roby.

"About here," said Lennox, stepping to the rock close at hand.--"Bring
the lantern, quick."

Sergeant James stepped forward with his and held it up for his officer,
who began to examine the rock; but Dickenson paid no heed. He employed
himself in watching the prostrate Boer attentively, and noticed that his
eyes were being blinked violently, as if the man were in a great state
of excitement. But he seemed to calm down rapidly as the young
subaltern walked to and fro, holding the light up, then down, and always
coming back to the starting-place.

"Well, can't you find it?" said Captain Roby, with a sneer.

"No," replied Lennox frankly. "I can see no signs of it."

"And are not likely to," replied Captain Roby, with a grunt indicative
of the contempt he felt. "It's all absurd. What did you expect to
find? A hidden Aladdin's cave, with genii keeping the door?--Here,
Dickenson, you are a gentleman of fine imagination. Go and help him.
Expand your lungs, and cry _Open Sesame_!"

"Why don't you," said Dickenson, "as you know Persian, or whatever it
is, so well?"

Captain Roby was about to make an angry retort, but Captain Edwards now
interfered.

"I don't think there is any hiding-place along here," he said. "There
may be a rift or cave somewhere about the kopje, but certainly there
does not seem to be one in this part."

"I am not satisfied," said Lennox, who was busy still directing the
light in and out among the crevices of the rocks. "It hardly seems
possible, but the natural form of the granite is in blocks which look as
if they had been