Stolen perhaps; but it was worth his while to buy them at so low a price.

So the horses changed masters, and Gregory walked off with his saddlebags slung across his arm.

Once out of sight of the wagons he struck out of the road and walked across the veld, the dry, flowering grasses waving everywhere about him; half-way across the plain he came to a deep gully which the rain torrents had washed out, but which was now dry.

Gregory sprung down into its red bed.

It was a safe place, and quiet.