Here they wasted a long time, searching for the hoof-marks by the rays of the waning moon, only to lose them again so soon as they were found.
"At this pace we shall take as long to reach Bull-Head's kraal as did the cow you followed," said Sihamba presently.

"Say, now, can you find the way to it ?" "Without a doubt, lady; Zinti never forgets a road or a landmark." "Then lead me there as fast as may be." "Yes, lady, but Bull-Head may have taken the Swallow somewhere else, and if we do not follow his spoor how shall we know where he has hidden her ?" "Fool, I have thought of that," she answered angrily, "else should I have spent all this time looking for hoof-marks in the dark?
We must risk it, I say.

To his house he has not taken her, for other white folk are living in it, and it is not likely he would have a second, or a better hiding-place than that you saw.

I say that we must be bold and risk it since we have no time to lose." "As you will, mistress," answered Zinti.

"Who am I that I should question your wisdom ?" and, turning his horse's head, he rode forward across the gloomy veldt as certainly as a homing rock-dove wings its flight.
So they travelled till the sun rose behind a range of distant hills.
Then Zinti halted and pointed to them.
"Look, lady," he said.