if he went on
the ground he'd leave spoor, and he knew that--hence the tree dodge."

"How is it we never found any of these arrows?" said old Hesketh.

"Probably you never thought of looking for them."

"No more we did."

"You see," explained Greenoak, "when you were spinning that yarn about
the kloof it brought back to my mind one similar case I'd known of the
kind, and I began to put two and two together. Well, the murdering
little beast has only got what he deserved, but it'll save bother if we
keep our mouths shut, all the same."

"But how do you know there are no more of 'em, Greenoak?" said Dick
Selmes.

"I'm sure there aren't. This one is as old as Methuselah. He'd be the
only one. You can use Slaang Kloof again, Hesketh."

CHAPTER FIVE.

HAZEL.

"A niece of mine's coming up to-morrow to stay a bit," announced old
Hesketh, a few days later.

"Oh, but--I say, won't we rather be making a crowd?" protested Dick.
"Had no end of a jolly time, you know, Mr Hesketh; but--er--wouldn't
put you out for the world."

"Don't you bother your head about that, young buffalo hunter," answered
the old man. "You're not crowding me any. I'll tell you when you are.
So you've had a good time, eh?"

"Splendid," said Dick, heartily. "The shoot just is good, and as for
this air, why, I never felt so fit in my life."

Old Hesketh nodded, and surveyed the speaker approvingly. The latter
certainly looked as he had declared he felt--fit. His face, tanned a
fine brown, was the picture of health. Out all day and every day, often
having to work hard for his sport, whether for hours among the cliffs
and crags stalking klip-springers or reebok, or toiling up to some high
ridge on the chance of getting a shot or two into the herd of baboons
which usually frequented the other side, or one or other of the varied
forms of sport the place afforded, Dick Selmes had attained the pink of
hard condition.

"Well, then, don't be in a hurry to run away," rejoined old Hesketh.
"Though I dare say it's slow enough of evenings with a couple of old
fellows like me and Greenoak."

"Thanks," remarked the latter drily, and Dick spluttered.

"Some one young about the place'll make things more lively, anyhow,"
went on the old man. "And there's room and to spare, and a welcome for
all."

Needless to say, Dick Selmes devoted a good deal of the intervening time
to speculation on the subject of the expected arrival. Even as his host