icker. Even the very sun seemed to set in a lurid
sea of blood.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN.

THE IGAZIPUZA.

"Bolted! Every man Jack of them!"

Thus John Dawes, as he and Gerard stood looking dubiously at each other
in the faint sickly light of dawn. A thick mist lay heavy on the earth,
so thick that, as the former said, a man could hardly see the end of the
nose upon his face. The place occupied by the Swazi herdsmen and
drivers knew them no more, nor was there any trace of those worthies in
or around the encampment. Moreover, their traps had eke disappeared.
The thing John Dawes feared had come to pass, and, shaking his head, he
could only repeat blankly--

"Bolted! Every man Jack of them!"

Gerard could not but feel relieved in his innermost heart that this
defection had not befallen during his period of watching. He and Dawes
had gone the round together when the latter had relieved him. Then the
Swazis were rolled up, snug and snoring, in their blankets. An hour
before dawn a thick mist had rolled up, covering everything, and then it
was that their faithless retainers had seen their opportunity, and had
slipped away under cover of its folds.

"Overhaul them? Not we?" said Dawes, in answer to Gerard's suggestion.
"This mist may last for hours, and even if it didn't they'll have made
the most of their leg-bail by now, depend upon it. Besides, it would be
courting plunder to leave the waggons here in charge of `boys' only, as
we should have to do if we started to chevy those _schelms_. No. We
must get on as best we can without them, but it'll mean a goodish
handful for you and me. We shall have to drive and herd the stock
ourselves."

"What if we have to?" said Gerard, heartily. "It won't hurt us, and,
for the matter of that, I dare say I could undertake the whole lot of it
myself, leaving you as free as before."

"You can't, Ridgeley. Sheep and cattle can't be driven in one lump. I
wish we hadn't brought along that confounded small stock; taken
something else instead, only we couldn't get it. Now we'd better make
coffee, and be all ready to inspan as soon as the mist lifts."

They were seated at the fire, and had just filled up steaming pannikins
of the strong black brew, when the sound of deep voices was heard, and
immediately there appeared a group of figures out of the mist. That
these were their defaulting retainers was an idea which the first glance
served to dispel. There were more th