We don't care for them, in the daylight; and now that I know the bush rangers won't be alarmed, I don't mind." Jim's prediction proved correct.

The night passed off quietly, and the party again started at daylight.

The country became more and more broken, as they proceeded.

The undulations became hills.

Some of these were so steep that all had to dismount, and lead their horses up.
"Is Bobitu's camp among these hills, Jim ?" "Ober toder side, sah.