At sunset on that second day she stood among mountains.

To her right stretched a great defile, a rugged place of rocks and bush, wherein she knew that the regiments of the king were hid in ambush.

Perchance she was too late, perchance the _impi_ of Hafela had already passed to its doom in yonder gorge.

Swiftly she ran forward on to the trail which led to the gorge, to find that it had been trodden by many feet and recently.

Moving to and fro she searched the spoor with her eyes, then rose with a sigh of joy.