t?" I asked.

"Those hills nearly twenty miles away. Left them at eight in the
evening; walked all night."

"Why?" I said, looking at him.

"Because it seemed as though someone were calling me. To be plain, you,
Allan."

"Oh! you heard about my being here and the trouble?"

"No, heard nothing. Meant to strike out for the coast this morning.
Just as I was turning in, at 8.5 exactly, got your message and started.
That's all."

"My message----" I began, then stopped, and asking to see his watch,
compared it with mine. Oddly enough, they showed the same time to within
two minutes.

"It is a strange thing," I said slowly, "but at 8.5 last night I did try
to send a message for some help because I thought my mate was dying,"
and I jerked my thumb towards the tent. "Only it wasn't to you or any
other man, Brother John. Understand?"

"Quite. Message was expressed on, that's all. Expressed and I guess
registered as well."

I looked at Brother John and Brother John looked at me, but at the time
we made no further remark. The thing was too curious, that is, unless
he lied. But nobody had ever known him to lie. He was a truthful person,
painfully truthful at times. And yet there are people who do not believe
in prayer.

"What is it?" he asked.

"Mauled by leopard. Wounds won't heal, and fever. I don't think he can
last long."

"What do you know about it? Let me see him."

Well, he saw him and did wonderful things. That tin box of his was full
of medicines and surgical instruments, which latter he boiled before he
used them. Also he washed his hands till I thought the skin would come
off them, using up more soap than I could spare. First he gave poor
Charlie a dose of something that seemed to kill him; he said he had that
drug from the Kaffirs. Then he opened up those wounds upon his thigh and
cleaned them out and bandaged them with boiled herbs. Afterwards, when
Scroope came to again, he gave him a drink that threw him into a sweat
and took away the fever. The end of it was that in two days' time his
patient sat up and asked for a square meal, and in a week we were able
to begin to carry him to the coast.

"Guess that message of yours saved Brother Scroope's life," said old
John, as he watched him start.

I made no answer. Here I may state, however, that through my own men I
inquired a little as to Brother John's movements at the time of what he
called the message. It seemed that he _had_ arranged to march towar