CHAPTER THIRTY NINE.
THE PIT-TRAP.
While they were watching the movements of the quaggas, Von Bloom rose suddenly to his feet.

All turned their eyes upon him as he did so.
They saw by his manner that he was about to propose something.

What could it be?
The thought had just occurred to him that they should at once set about digging the pit.
It was near sunset--wanting only half-an-hour of it; and one would suppose he would have done better to leave the work till next morning.
But no.

There was a good reason why they should set about it at once; and that was, that they might not be able to complete it in time if they did not do part of it that night.
It would be no slight undertaking to dig a pit of proper size, for they would require one that would at least hold half-a-dozen quaggas at a time.

Then there was the carrying away the earth that should come out of it, the cutting the poles and branches to cover it, and the placing of these in a proper manner.
To do all these things would take up a great deal of time; and they must be all done against the return of the quaggas, else the whole scheme would be a failure.