It was much too dark for me to see anything distinctly, but I fancied I heard retreating footsteps.

Utterly at a loss to account for this strange occurrence, and fearing that some danger threatened us, Yamba and I covered in the front of the shelter, and then quietly retired into the bush, where we lay hidden without a fire until morning.

When we returned to our shelter it was broad daylight, and, as we half expected, we found three formidable spears buried in the sides of our little hut.

Three others were stuck in the ground near the fire, clearly proving that an attempt had been made upon our lives during the night.

On examining the spears we found they most certainly belonged to the tribe we had left the previous day.