was dark, and we could
not trek till the moon rose, so at length he consented. Then we went
into the laager, and Jan called the older men together in a quiet place.

"What is it, Heer Botmar?" asked the commandant when they were
assembled.

"It is this, cousin," said Jan. "I desire to ask you to go a three days'
trek out of your march to a mountain called Umpondwana, whither this
servant of mine, Gaasha, can guide you."

"For what reason?" asked the commandant astonished.

"Friend," said Jan, "you have all of you heard the story of how that
outcast devil Piet Van Vooren, stole away my only child, Suzanne, the
wife of Ralph Kenzie the Englishman here."

"That is an old tale," said the commandant, "and, doubtless, the poor
girl is dead long ago; why then do you speak of it now, and what has it
to do with your request that we should trek to the mountain Umpondwana?"

"Only this, cousin; we think that my daughter Suzanne is living there
among the Kaffirs, and we seek to rescue her. At least this is certain,
for only now we have learnt it from the lips of Gaasha that Sihamba, her
friend and servant whom we believe was with her, rules over this tribe
as chieftainess."

"That may be so," said the commandant, "but did Gaasha tell you that
your daughter was there also?"

"No," answered Jan.

"Then how do you know it?"

Now Jan hesitated and turned red as he replied:

"We know it because Ralph Kenzie here saw this very mountain in a vision
more than two years ago, and in that vision was told that there he would
find the wife who was taken from him on his marriage day."

Now, on hearing this most of the Boers broke out laughing, for,
though very religious, we are not a people who place faith in visions.
Thereupon I grew angry, and spoke to them more strongly, perhaps, than I
should have done, reducing them to silence, for they were all of them a
little afraid of my tongue. Also I told them the story of that dream of
Ralph's and of what had just passed with Gaasha, showing them that there
was more in it than they imagined. After I had done Ralph spoke also,
saying:

"Friends, doubtless this tale sounds foolish in your ears; but I
ask what has been my nickname among you? Has it not been 'Man of the
Mountain,' because I have always spoken and inquired for a certain
mountain which had ridges on it shaped like the fingers of a man's hand,
and have you not thought me mad for this reason? Now I have heard of
such a moun