At last we came to that glade where we had killed the wildebeeste not a week before.

There lay its skeleton picked clean by the great brown kites that frequent the bush-veld, some of which still sat about in the trees.
"Well, I suppose we must go on to Tampel," said Anscombe rather faintly, for I could see that his wound was giving him a good deal of pain.
As he spoke from round the tree whence he had first emerged, appeared Mr.Marnham, riding the same horse and wearing the same clothes.

The only difference between his two entries was that the first took place in the late evening and the second in the early morning.
"So here you are again," he said cheerfully.
"Yes," I answered, "and it is strange to meet you at the same spot.

Were you expecting us ?" "Not more than I expect many things," he replied with a shrewd glance at me, adding, "I always rise with the sun, and thinking that I heard a shot fired in the distance, came to see what was happening.

The Basutos attacked you at daybreak, did they not ?" "They did, but how did you know that, Mr.Marnham ?" "Your servants told me.